There is beauty in the
fury.
I see colors in the
flame.
Should the chill of winter
and the grey of snowy skies
billow above me,
I will strike a match
and snarl against the shiver.
I would rather drown in
fire
than become consumed in
ice.
I will not succomb to the cold.
I will glow with all the colors of the universe.
Jan 29, 2015
Jan 29, 2015 at 6:32 PM UTC
There is beauty in the
fury.
I see colors in the
flame.
Should the chill of winter
and the grey of snowy skies
billow above me,
I will strike a match
and snarl against the shiver.
I would rather drown in
fire
than become consumed in
ice.
I will not succomb to the cold.
I will glow with all the colors of the universe.
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