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Her frost came for the flowers the winter took the petals before they could fall broke them as they hung on the last golden light sculpted icicles of rose and lily, thin and sharp and here they stand, still eternal delicate like the first flight with the new wings waiting for the aurora to again light up the sky

Promises matter spoken and heard don't make them quickly or break them too soon. Give them time, before and during so ever after has a chance...