Pretty and unpretty poetry
She put her hands on my feet
I hadn’t felt those petals for many springs
I had missed them for many winters
For the love seemed to have been hibernating.
I had been put into a room of shadows
I hadn’t seen sunlight in
her eyes since then
She was struggling to get out of the icy lake
But I didn’t know, I couldn’t help her out.
I wish I could have seen through,
through that little glimpse of light
But I guess I was too far away
too caught up in this dark night.
And as the night gave in to the sunrise
I could feel the warm breeze
of spring settling in
With hope for a new time, I opened my eyes
For the moment had passed, and my feet were alone again.
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