you,
to me,
are stardust;
an angel's tears;
cracked butterfly wings.
because you left beauty
and shards of your red, red heart
in every gentle, snow-kissed step
you took to the edge of the world, and
in every quiet storm that you summoned.
A/N: an etheree is a poetic form that plays with syllables: the first line has one syllable, the second has two syllables, the third has three, and so on until the last (tenth) line, which has ten syllables.
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