|hurt by Rubashka @ deviantART|
Her inner world reflects in mood ring eyes,
Dark swirling spirals of broken dreams and lost youth.
The rose is trimmed back to the frozen ground.
Both will bloom again with the new season.
~~~~This poem was written in response to a prompt from Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, which asked us to use the Chinese form the Koan. More information can be found on this form by following the link.