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Oct. 5th, 2008 @ 11:01 pm (no subject)
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what does this poem mean?

Lost Spring

Oh where are you hiding?
Little brown headed girl,
Little green budding tree,
Little diamond sprouting free.

Oh why do you hide?
Clustering rose twists,
Showering sparkles,
And rubies 'mong thistles.

Woe is amiss
Peering for you,
Till red burnt trees,
Till opal blind eyes.

Gone soft light,
Sharply fract;
Cracked topaz.
Rise harsh clear dawn.

Frozen:
Onyx.
my own,
Witch doing?