Ice encased the sacred.
Oh, set aside these worries,
Tranquility for those prepared.

One main event; sense the signs.
The sun, clouds, and the coincidence.
Encounter pleasure that beckons.

Enter the chamber of Dorothy.
The breeze, at first, enchants the ****.
Lured by chance from the songs of her heart.
Pour yourself for her, such infant gazes.

They haunt in the back, affected by the grand sun.
Still, peace from the delicate kiss of frost.
While ornate, it has been joined.
The flowers set on pavement dance for coin