The Snow Queen
The night is cold and the wind is fierce
But she doesn't care
Adorned by a velvet dress and bare feet
She twirls through the snow,
Each step a flurry of ice and laughter
That lasts for eternity in every moment.
Clumsy leaps and graceful falls
Her ballet is not finished
When at last the snow queen rests
Collapsed there with her breath,
The silver spokes of memory
Needle through her hair.
A single tear breaks her composure
A single snowflake drops
When it floats to the ground beneath
It blinks and then dissolves.
With that the queen arises,
Adjusts her cold white crown,
And flashes one small smile
Of glistening winter ice.
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