He had awaken the flame
that has been asleep
for all seasons gone
only to leave her
ice cold frost one moonlit night
but with a tiny
little hope to fate,
she counted drops
like how leaves fall
on cobblestones
She was left
clutching unto knife
pointing in her
iced stone heart
and though
she cries during
summer eves,
she made sure not to bleed
all winter days.
Jan 24, 2022
Jan 24, 2022 at 11:15 AM UTC
He had awaken the flame
that has been asleep
for all seasons gone
only to leave her
ice cold frost one moonlit night
but with a tiny
little hope to fate,
she counted drops
like how leaves fall
on cobblestones
She was left
clutching unto knife
pointing in her
iced stone heart
and though
she cries during
summer eves,
she made sure not to bleed
all winter days.
She's on her season of becoming.
Definitely.
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