Aug 10, 2005 17:57
today the sky is inky
tomorrow it is white.
the tulips blossomed early,
they will freeze tonight.
the princess in my dream
lay injured on the steps.
the valiant men who followed
sat around and wept.
i woke up to women laughing
outside my bedroom door
the noble lady's body
surrendered to the shore.
eyes ajar, the white outside
is teacup-deep and full.
the snowy branches seemed
to say, life indeed is cruel.
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