Scattered droplets of paint
Colored the papers she used to
write her thoughts on
She was a waterfall
in the middle of November
Rocks and admirers alike
disappointed yet bewildered
She was a rose
dried out by the cold
Her eyes jammed
with dry petal-droplets
She was a Sudoku
with multiple solutions
yet each trial scraped away
a piece of the puzzle
She was a dress
Worn only once
to be handled with care
by stars light-years away
2015/04/02
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