When no leaf stirred, long ago in the past Comments

When no leaf stirred, long ago in the past,
she was born, autumnal silence's bloom,
standing pale-bright while light weeps, overcast
rain falling from cloud banks that loom.

Amid the grimness she stood pale-bright,
blond hair trailing round eyes alight,
tears often flowing, hands all white,
a poor light girl who's hungry for light.

Paint her with bloom-glow hues, with your
blood red, you new age that stand at the door.
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