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Crimson Snow
Pale face
Icy eyes
Under a shadow of
Snow she lies
Blue fingers
Frosty hair
Along the snow patters
A small snow hare
Once dressed in black
But now in white
Soul was dark
Now it’s light
Wrist not pulsing
Crimson snow
Took her life for
Which we don’t know
Pale face
Ice shielded eyes
Sometimes a smile
Is just a disguise
K.B.
Icy eyes
Under a shadow of
Snow she lies
Blue fingers
Frosty hair
Along the snow patters
A small snow hare
Once dressed in black
But now in white
Soul was dark
Now it’s light
Wrist not pulsing
Crimson snow
Took her life for
Which we don’t know
Pale face
Ice shielded eyes
Sometimes a smile
Is just a disguise
K.B.
Published 29th Mar 2014
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