12. SomebodysAngel

Pale face waning, against a blackened velvet set,

Despondent drapes of ebony gloom, cave in to morning's threat,

Strawlike fronds of creeping light, paint bleaker hillsides gold,

A trembling stand against the folding dark, and icy winter's hold,

A crystal mesh of colour spreads, from spring light's steady hand,

She takes the world in azure folds

And thaws the frozen land.


The End

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