Silk purple pale covered her innocence
Her skin felt like burning hell
What had happened did not make sense
Sorrow was filling her like a well
An instant ago all was bright
Now her skin turned cold as ice
As she realized the icy night
She crumbled down to her cries
There she sat for hours long
Dark and still as a tomb
Until the morning birdsong
She felt the pain from her womb
This is the most interesting phrase, because it's so odd and ungrammatical: "She crumbled down to her cries"
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What I mean is that she crumbled down as she was crying. She crumbles down as a result of the extra weight the sorrow inflicted on her mental state. She simply surrenders to the overwhelming sorrow and can`t stay strong and fight against it anymore.
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