There she is

The distress of the cold piques her

prettiness; there she is framed and

still as if frozen in that photograph;

clenching her hands pink and white

in the chill;  a long dark coat draping

her limbs and a short bob of hair her

cover; a little suffering has given her

such lasting beauty.

 

(Julian O’Dea)

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