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We held hands within the snow,
the gray trees stood
like graves
the prints of ghosts
impressed upon the virginal
white surface,
it was then I realized
I stood there alone.
A splash of red,
like birth, death,
a maiden sacrifice,
I did not remember the rain,
but I remember the blood
it was there I saw your face,
a strange lover's miracle.
I let myself fall back
into the powder
like a cloud
where I make myself into an angel,
I always dreamed
of having wings,
while I feel my fingers
numbing in the cold,
if I close my eyes,
perhaps I can
fly away.
Will you be there
waiting on the other side
beyond the brimming storm?
I feel the warmth gather
within my core,
and the frost begins
to thaw.
We danced once
within the hail,
like crumbling pieces
of the moon,
I never noticed the bruises,
the way blood in the veins
appears like winding
frozen rivers.
the gray trees stood
like graves
the prints of ghosts
impressed upon the virginal
white surface,
it was then I realized
I stood there alone.
A splash of red,
like birth, death,
a maiden sacrifice,
I did not remember the rain,
but I remember the blood
it was there I saw your face,
a strange lover's miracle.
I let myself fall back
into the powder
like a cloud
where I make myself into an angel,
I always dreamed
of having wings,
while I feel my fingers
numbing in the cold,
if I close my eyes,
perhaps I can
fly away.
Will you be there
waiting on the other side
beyond the brimming storm?
I feel the warmth gather
within my core,
and the frost begins
to thaw.
We danced once
within the hail,
like crumbling pieces
of the moon,
I never noticed the bruises,
the way blood in the veins
appears like winding
frozen rivers.
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If I had to criticize this poem and I do it fairly, I'd say that the romantic and natural aspects were developed and presented well.