Sonnet #8

She crossed the mountains quick as you could please
but didn't stay long in the bitter snow
The winter of my passion broke her ease
The warmer soul beneath she'll never know

We started off our journey in the fall
while all the trees around us turned to brown
our friendship seemed to blossom through it all
Each leaf a grain of sand cascading down
ticking off the everlasting hours
which now in retrospect seem all too fleeting

Though promising the warmth of April showers
it quickly turned into December sleeting
and I could only shiver in the freeze
as painfully I watched her turn to go

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