Broken

Frozen Rose Pic

 

Few really knew her…

She was truly a great and moving beauty,
The kind you see only in profile…
The kind that is always misunderstood.

I saw her standing on a cliff in the distance…
Waves blew long and frothy-white from below,
Blurring her vision, stirring like snow.

And in that moment, I heard her heart break.
It was a small, clean sound, like the snapping
Of a rose stem: like the cracking of ice…

On a lake.

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