A thousand deaths, a thousand and one rebirths,
Of a fiery inferno, and a cloud of sparking ash

I’m ablaze and you are irresistible,
My heart radiates endlessly yet it is invisible.
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When I see you, an icy hand of cold,
Chokes me with its arctic hold

You walk on by without a glance,
Day after day, as if in trance.

The pains of the heart dying eternally,
Always reborn with a hope of possibility.

Sledding, a white flurry of glitter
Glass trees throw soft needles a-sprinkle
A blissful silver rocket. It all flies by
Sparkles of diamond on the ceiling or sky

Radiant light, its fate to be wrinkled
by the dim labyrinth of this shining prism.
Gray aurora, dancing in the diamond rain

Iron curtains hide the truth
Glass and pains of steel, in a prism of gray
Do you see windows or mirrors?
All I see, a magnificent pane

A merry toast! To all I say cheers,
with a smile worth its years.
Lift your brittle glass as you would lift a curse.
And drink heartily from the once molten, crystal sand.

Drink the guile and drink the hate
Drink the lies of shame and berate
Drink to see that a flower in  gray
is a prism for life, not a fancy bouquet.