Took the secret crown of dewdrops
from my head, turned it into frozen
teardrops, hung a chain of flowers
in my computer space, adding
teardrops on a string
Replaced by sad black clips, to
keep hair neat and tidy, no fairy
magic for today, tear-drops only
crying while reading ‘Adam
and Eve and Pinch-Me’
The description of her empty life
her feelings frozen underground
cover the tears I cry for myself
for disappointment, a prisoner
of official documents
More dewdrops for my
secret crown…
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