The crunch of frost gave way beneath my feet
As the morning sun fought off the stubborn mist...

To breathe in woe and then bemoan the...
Can bring no kind of sympathy or peaceful rest...

When lilies and dahlias
thrived on my grief...

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My muses are the furrowed fields...

...I am amputated from reality,
and pain-drenched wailings swim...

With palms outstretched, I here admit
My life has come undone...

This broken hair clip's all I have
Of all we had in years gone by...

A confession: I have stopped writing my diary.
Why immortalise yesterday's noisy monsters...

In that blue lake, I wanted to believe -
It's sapphire ripples moulding with your form...

You were created with the
metaphors of my metered verse...