And if the frost makes the flower <br />Then it blooms unbidden <br />And spills out <br />All terrible colour <br />Blossomed from my mouth <br /> <br />Something stirs with its birth <br />Or stunted dormancy <br />And she said it right. <br />Its stirring draws a knell <br />'Somebodys done for'<br /><br />Lauren Michaels<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/strange-articles/
