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Body in the snow (poem)

Updated on May 21, 2013

The pristine white untouched snow

Begins to melt, begins to flow

The heat of her blood

Causes a miniature flood


The body’s last breath drifts up in the night air

Shown in the moonlight’s perpetual glare


White snow turned red

An eternal frozen bed

Forgotten now what was said


Once someone’s child


Once someone’s lover


Lies here dead


None would remember her name

None would ever find who was to blame


Pristine white untouched snow

Ceases to shrink


With one fatal blow


Turns a grim shade of pink


Heat leaves fast


Lips turn blue


Peace at last


Short life gone askew

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