Christina Pink Poems

I have touched what I cannot touch
And so the heavens have carried away my bride;
Draped in snow,
The fragrance of her youth
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I saw his smile for the first time
And snow in my world had started to melt away,
I saw his eyes looking into me
And I was deeply in love till then.
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Standing above the snow
Slipping as I plod alone,
Walking under the sky,
And stars above.
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I write this as I go;
I had to go and I cannot come.
And I may not come but I shall come,
As long as the trees planted by me live under the sun.
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