winterflower
slylythe North wind
embraces her
she does not feel
his arms
until
his grasp turns
into choking hands
not letting go
never
letting go
he waits
She does not
struggle
anymore.
Poetry by Corvus
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Written on 2006-06-28 at 19:09
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