Random Girl With Internet Access

I believe I am what they call "bleeding heart"

Frost

Wight butter icing

As though a giant knife applied it

to the mountain top

Shiny, translucent

Sparkling in march sunshine

like wet glass to touch

Until Hikers boot came down to meet

That which we cannot have and eat

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