by Andrew Grant
(New Bolingbroke, Lincolnshire, England.)

My wind burned cheek
A winter's window pane.
From tearful eyes
Rolls down a drop of rain.

Through fragile glass
A view of vivid grey,
And every drop
Reveals the bleakest day.

So, down I lie, peaceful
At my journey's end;
Swim sweet Ophelia,
And let my sorrows mend.

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