I imagined I saw flowers like flakes of snow
On my dead viburnum hanging low
It’s sweet pinkness gave me great delight.
It’s absence is a wound to this small heart.
I saw flowers
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I imagined I saw flowers like flakes of snow
On my dead viburnum hanging low
It’s sweet pinkness gave me great delight.
It’s absence is a wound to this small heart.
How my heart sings 