a little peasant is working at the irons
he dies in 2 parts at the hands of a train
an omen
the air swirls with fragile snow
impregnated with blood
they melt with hot passion
Anna can see her fate
as she meets the lover of her early death
they dance swirling at the same grim ballroom
and a little peasant is working at the irons
Flynnpoetry 