"A Poem in Winter"
Angel tears,
tiny glimmering crystals,
fall and pool.
A silver mirror of my sorrows.
The worn wet path,
a trail of loss and pain,
marks my cheeks.
A river never running dry.
Cold breath lingers in midair,
white and shrouding,
afraid to leave this world
like a spirit forever wandering.
Copyright Kristen Stacy (aka RoseErifnosi)2009
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