When love first breaks
Like dawn across the sky,
Your heart fills up
And all the old fears die
And every cold
And lonely day recedes,
Within the ground
Are planted golden seeds --
When love first breaks
Like shattered porcelain,
The heart lies broken,
Filled with fears again
The cold returns
To fill us from inside:
As 'neath the snow
Lie nascent trees that died
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Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.
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