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Ice cold thoughts...With Adagio

With the leaves of autumn spread across the land where there once was grass.
As the sun breaks dawn and reflects off the frost,
 It almost looks like glass.  
I can still smell last nights rain in the air.
The way nature is so effortlessly beautiful is so unfair.  
I look down and notice a frozen puddle thats starting to thaw as the sun beams melt away the layer of ice.  
Who is this woman that I see?
 I do not reconize the eyes staring back at me.  
With whispers of a new day born.  
Someone once told me that I am a beautiful rose, but what if.....
I am the thorn.
Written by TrueLover (Meganne)
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Author's Note
Couldn't have done it without Adagio. :)
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