Proud in
painted filigree
Grand, she
stands and sways
Above a liquid
looking glass
Her fingers
upward splayed
Her crown
aflame against the sky
Soon dims to
browns and grays
Falls to the
mirror at her feet
As another year
betrays
But stay she
must ‘mid the chill
Though naked
now she stands
While on the
ice below her limbs
Her former
glory lands
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