A lonely childhood,
Peers outside a window
Tracing frost fairies
On the rimy glass
Whispering a wish
For tender icicle streaks
To take her far far away!
Her dreams grow wings
Of gossamer butterflies;
She touches them –
Powdery dust crumbles
In tiny, empty hands
Shimmering like stars
That wrote her destiny
I received some lovely feedback on this piece today.
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