No fond farewell, no kiss goodbye. His parting gift, her tear filled eyes. A woman's love, her sacred vessel. A recoiling spring, the stinging nettle. The cruelest words, his hollow smile. The broken plates, her stomach bile. A thread worn bear, the weeping willow. A begging bowl, her tear stained pillow. A ticking watch, her furrowed brow. Her dreams of love, a broken bough. A wilted flower, the woodman's axe. The snow filled sky, his foot print tracks.
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