camellias in winter

January comes
with her long black hair
her sliding violet eyes
full of deceit
charming us with warm winds
and blooming camellias
we didn't notice
they were the color of spilled blood
yes the year comes in
hand in hand with death
that terrible playmate
leaving us with a basketful of questions
and no hankerchief for our tears.

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[la vie en rose]

ahhhhhh...i've been waiting for this!