An iceberg on the horizon hid the garden.
I arrived led by swaying translucent blue trail.
My breath fogged engraved roses in the ice,
and the leaves were a mirror to a river above us.
I've found her grey, set in the centre,
that statue, asleep with deep, embedded lines,
covered by the veil of the crescent moon,
her gaze melted the snow.
She hugged the cross with her hands on her chest.
I placed my palms on her attire,
and caressing her arms, whispered,
Trust me, please, one more time.
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