The velvety blanket hangs above my head
sprinkled with gentle teardrops.
Deserted, I float in a boundless field,
heart alone and spirit broken.
Although the spring is all around me
the winter fills my trembling body;
I trace the horizon, alone and frozen,
time did not stop, but it seems that I did.
The meadow grass breaks beneath my feet
as I gaze above at my lonely companions.
I feel as if I were just a tree
reaching and reaching across the darkness.
This feeling is all consuming—
perhaps my broken heart is not so grand,
in this world of moonbeams and wildflowers
I can fall forever and land gently.
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