Frosten AttractionA Poem by HayleyA brush with DeathDeath came in eyes of diamonds Upon hills of rolling snow, While the grass slumbered in frost Amid the season’s stunt to grow. He dripped in frozen flowers All breaking about his black dress, The sweetness of passing about his hand; Death and bloom motionless. Let me to love the crystalline being Who mourned the shattered petals so still, That I may lie in biting beauty In his winter garden of rolling hills. © 2012 HayleyAuthor's Note
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Added on November 10, 2011Last Updated on April 21, 2012 AuthorHayleyOHAboutI'm a 21-year-old undergraduate college student majoring in business. I'm not on the cafe as much as I would like to be. Don't be a stranger. Side note: I do not rate writing. This is eye-op.. more..Writing
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