THE WIND OF THE NORTH…AND YOU.

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CHANGED HER ARMOR, 
THREW AWAY THE IRON ONE,
DRESSING OF BRONZE.

AND HER FACE AS BACKSTAGE, 
OF SORROWFUL GLANCE,
 WITH FURROWS OF TIME.

FEING SMILE,
FROM THE SNEER OF THE POSES.

ALABASTER VASE,
 BLUE SPIDERWEBS,

THE SAME WOBBED TABLE,

DEAD ESSENCES OF THREE OLD ROSES.

CRYSTAL ASHTRAY, 
WHERE DEATH LAID DOWN.

THE WIND OF THE NORTH, 
OPENED THE WINDOWS,
 AND HOISTED THE CURTAINS.

BLOWWING AWAY THE THREE OLD ROSES, 
WITH ITS FRAGANCES DEATH.

SHE THREW THE BRONZE, 
DRESSED ON CRYSTAL.

AN IDENTICAL FACE AS  BACKSTAGE, 
YOUR NEW GLANCE,
STILL WITH NO FURROWS.

HAPPY SMILE, 
WITHOUT FRAMES, WITHOUT POSES.

A TOPAZ VASE, 
WITH NO SPIDERWEBS,
 ON A TABLE SANE.

THREE FRESHLY ROSES,
 OF RENEWED PERFUMES.

WHIPLESS ASHTRAY, 
THE ALIVES HOLYGROUND.

WIND OF THE NORTH, 
CLOSE HER WINDOW, 
BLOW THE CURTAINS DOWN.

SILENCE.