Flower blooms in winters dead
It did not sync with its kind
One lone beauty among the dead
It did not feel any regret
I felt awash among the waves
Footprint melts away as ice
Year from the point
Year our last curve
Plant seed of blue
And blackest delight
Kick up the dusty earth
On tassled time
A shamans dance
A lovers time
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One lone beauty among the dead! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.