her wedding-garlands decay
withering in the silence
of naked hands ~
the winds have changed
causing damage everywhere...
And in the grim undertow of winter
she sees a dark display
of rememberance
painted on her window
unmoved
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And in the grim undertow of winter she sees a dark display of rememberance painted on her window
unmoved Author notesPrompt: Manhattan chill A contest entry
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