Something frozen in a water glass—
a brilliant red rose
locked in crystal ice.
Held in time, its beauty and grace
safe only for a moment.
One careless touch,
or a warm embrace,
and it could crumble—
or slowly melt away.
Dec 28, 2025
Dec 28, 2025 at 5:18 PM UTC
Something frozen in a water glass—
a brilliant red rose
locked in crystal ice.
Held in time, its beauty and grace
safe only for a moment.
One careless touch,
or a warm embrace,
and it could crumble—
or slowly melt away.
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