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* So Cold *
ND (19, April,1951 / kalubovila East, Sri Lanka)

* So Cold *

Poem By Stephanie MIller

Sometimes when I pass the dressing shop
in between the barber's and butcher's junk
a bride in a show case lean and beautiful
smiles at all and never cries
never speaks and sleeps.
A bouquet in her hand
the flowers that never withers
and a clear white lace she wears
that will never fade.

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