184 What happened to me this year? -- Once I smelled an orange just peeled off In the slightly frozen air. I saw a butterfly struggling Against the assault of wind, and compared myself with it. I watched How the hardened sky was shattered and was falling -- through silent And black void -- in tiny splinters of white. But when the sky was soft, I had mornings when I gazed upon a walking aged couple -- Their white did not harden yet -- his hand in hers. The woman looked not old, Though she had a body of a snowflake melting in sunlight. The sun was inside her -- the orange she peeled off at breakfast. She Was emitting light -- a queen -- her hand in his every morning -- A witch in control of her tempest -- snow and wind. This year I lived Lonely -- thinking how I will be telling you of these moments.


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