Transformation Poem by James Timothy Jarrett

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Her tears flowed like blood
As she cried her life out
And her blood flowed like ice
Frozen in her veins
And her heart became cold
As cold as winter wind
And her hot breath stopped
Just stopped and was no more
And who she was
Was gone
Gone
Like a bird flown
Carried on the wind
Never to land again

Wednesday, January 4, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: sadness
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