by
 
 
Parting then 
   with softened step
Two lovers still more softly wept 
 
The cold had come to show their breath
The frigid winds that cut like teeth
 
In secret chest 
   their treasures kept
A garden growing while they slept 
 
And years and years of summers death
But buried under fallen leaf
 

Year: 
2015
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