Her skin was pierced and inked
Glistening like stars
Shining colors like scales
Form tight like a freshly bound book

Her mind was sharp and bright
Slicing like steel
Blinding rays like the sun
But never to fall on the same place again

She was a mature flower
Petals tipped in brown
Scent muted and misty
Like perfume drifting from an envelope

I was the cold winter
Snow and ash
Drifting on the same breeze
Longing for another

We met in the season
End of yours
Start of mine
Hello became goodbye

Did I freeze your petals
Or did they float away?
Will you bloom when I’m the sun
Could we be together someday?
-Galwyn

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