Tomorrow snow will cool the brightest light,
It’s trickled, liquid fire, by each touch
The sun bestows within dark fields that might
Become a living hollow, warm and blushed
The moment snow fell down from winter’s gale,
The blossoms freeze in time beneath the frost,
The blush turns blue beneath the icy veil,
And sheets of crystals gather as it’s lost
What withers, petal’s bones would turn to ash,
Would die beneath the sun that blessed its birth,
But stays forever frozen, living glass,
Eternal moments taken for no worth
Its petals glist’ning, silver as cold rain,
Its frozen time awaits more lovely change.
Jan 19, 2011
Jan 19, 2011 at 3:13 PM UTC
Tomorrow snow will cool the brightest light,
It’s trickled, liquid fire, by each touch
The sun bestows within dark fields that might
Become a living hollow, warm and blushed
The moment snow fell down from winter’s gale,
The blossoms freeze in time beneath the frost,
The blush turns blue beneath the icy veil,
And sheets of crystals gather as it’s lost
What withers, petal’s bones would turn to ash,
Would die beneath the sun that blessed its birth,
But stays forever frozen, living glass,
Eternal moments taken for no worth
Its petals glist’ning, silver as cold rain,
Its frozen time awaits more lovely change.
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