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Frozen


My fingers turn to ice, Tears in my eyes sparkle like frozen diamonds I stare ahead blankly Watching the snow falling around me Impossible to think that snow would soak your hair Impossible to believe that you could be one with the winter Frozen beauty, only comes encased in ice You soon become the winter yourself Hair speckled with snowflakes Your eyes become icy marbles Your blood, a frozen river Your senses still heightened in the deafening silence Like a deer, you stand completely still As if you sense a predator If your blessed, the Goddess will come in the form of the sun Kissing the ice from your lips, Filling you with warmth Awaking you to love If you are unlucky, the snow and ice becomes your tomb Your body trapped in snow and ice You wish to scream for help, To bring out the sun to warm your bones To find a purpose to hang on... To keep from succumbing to the icy death, Which seems so welcoming, All you have to do is let go... Give in to your fate.... But then you see her. The maiden of summerland She holds you close, Your icy tomb melting You blink, finally awakened Your blood becomes warm, And finds its way to your cheeks She kisses you again, Bringing you back to life Returning purpose back to your life Saving you from death by her kiss Then your hearts become intwined Your souls become one And the dreams and love of Summerland Soon become your reality
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