brón

like silver arrows falling

her melancholy rain

some shot with sun

gold like champagne

–

just a music box

a tiny whirling dance

tiny chimes of memory

long ago romance

–

father frost will hold

the heather turns to gray

just a music box

and time that went away

 

 

 

 

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