Crisp and clear
My dear my dear.
You loved me in the summer oestros
Fled me in the cutting-edge of crystalline stalactites
A knife’s edge
You carved my heart
With your cold goodbye.
A sigh, a sigh, winter’s death of love
Lies fallow until the nascent thaw.
Copyright Tanya Désirée Arons
About the Creator
Tanya Arons
I write about my life experiences. I write about complex ptsd, the agonies, the angst and my post traumatic growth. About Beauty, Truth and Honour and little vignettes of comfort from the spirits that love me: living and dead. I also Dance!
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