a fresh snow-blanket on the ground,
a blanket of wool around her knees,
the music that she loves the best,
a slower night to be at ease --
and yet the sunset seems but gray,
the night seems lost in ache, regret:
her love has gone, he's gone away
to someplace she can't follow
yet
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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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