December

It is December

And she is dead.

Her tears frozen

In her lifeless eyes

Whether joy or sorrowful

It is unknown.

Purple and black blossoms

Bloom on blue skin

A garden of love

Gifted by the long embrace

Of December.

Arms of snow cover her

In a blanket of eternal vows.

The stars above

The only witnesses

To the ceremony

As she succumbed

To the love

Of December.

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