White lies
john clare
Frail flower
How I promised
Protection from
The frost
Taking grandma's
Most cherished
Wedding ring quilt
To cover you
But it crushed you
Before the frost
Ever wilted you
I told not the truth
to the coming sun
Blaming the frost
Instead knowing
How he loves to
Burn him away
Never chiding
Granny on her
wedding day.
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