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Her eyes shone like two bright stars, but there was no rest or peace in them.”

From The Snow Queen, by Hans Christian Anderson

Eyes full of rest, of peace

is the gift I’d give you, daughter–

Hunting everywhere till I found it,

asking crows and witches

in every village I passed,

willing to pay any price.

I would carry it home tucked in my red cloak,

Then wrap it in bright green paper, to

remind you of holidays and growing things

and tie it with a red bow.

I would tell you, Look for this

one gift, tucked beneath the tree

to delight you in the morning.

Because I’ve bound my heart to you

my gift would be to see you smile

and mean it.

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