She waits for someone to call
but there are no windows
in the cool,
icicles scrub her hair
and there is no reflection but frost and grass
in the window
which is not there
even the shadows have lost their flavor
it would be so nice
to wrap her heart
around another’s song
her soul snags
on a bit of branch
twangs like a lone twig
a tuning fork
cries out to heaven
Aah! indeed. Ok, I guess this was the best of all your works.
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:)…thanks
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Wonderfully poignant!
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Thanks:)
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A gorgeous finale to this awesome piece. Bravo.
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Thank you:)
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