In Need Of A Memory

Fair- weathered angels.
White feathered wings.
A beautiful snowing,
but the ice still stings.
Sunken rose buds,
litter the scene.
Broken season,
but some still sing.
Fair-weathered angels,
they come and they go.
Disappearing and reappearing,
miracles float

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