EMERGING

Frost sparkles grass round
A lake of pain.
Fresh tears spring
From its source like rain

A gull slices
The dim sky.
Dreams shatter;
Vanish like a sigh.

The sun burns red
Among stretched trees.
With new resolve,
Once blind, she sees!

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