I recognize you

Is that you, my match girl.

Thought you were dead,
when the relationship broke -
you are born again.

Popped up in the woods
to admire the snowdrops -
maintained by my memories.

there ...

Past me today a riding
dark-haired girl
on a white horse -
snowdrop at your hair.





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