
I
You were born, I recall,
on the same day
that snow melted,
and blossoms bloomed.
My heart burst for you.
Your glowing cheeks,
your radiant smile,
your shimmering emerald eyes.
Your mouth formed a perfect 'O'
as you sang
with the dove and the nightingale
and the thrush.
II
The day you were born
was the day a curtain
fell over my world.
Your eyes emitted a dull green glare.
Your lips tinged the colour of poison.
Your hair the colour of death.
My ears rang, my head throbbed -
your wail pierced
the still world.
I still wait.
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