Don’t pale
, I ask you
, Magda

Keep up
the you that
used to

exist; because
spent you
so long on

you Don’t
pale please,
as the tree-

end of
blossom
pales

Pale not
as vibrant
branches shake

, but glow
and shine
and glory be

you spectacular
template of
magnificence

you—who special
please came
and made one more.