twilight in the sky of night
waterfalls in the lids of eyes
butterflies of winter snow
dreams of stars in barren flows
hands of warmth in empty beds
sobbing souls of broken hearts
widows, orphans, vagabonds
margins of the country’s fields
live in the cold of frigid stares
erodes away thy blameless souls
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