and the pink-crystal-studded-knee-
around her in an embrace. Suddenly
she stops and turns in front of the mirror, tiny dancing
stars stand still and fill the room
shining bright. Her hair bounces
with glee
.
fifteen years have passed and the walls
still glow from the refracted light of the shattered glass window
the living room is filled with half opened books and
scattered flowers. A couch next to the piano
partly covered by a quilt sighs
as she lays down
.
in the yellow house on the hillside hidden
among wild camellias
the not so little girl with winter on her toes
reaches out with her eyes closed
.
As her fingers trace the familiar ivory
a melody erupts and she is taken back
to her childhood; the first
wet rings on the mahogany
the first drifts of blue smoke
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