The snow fell softly on my face
Yet I did not feel her cool touch,
For frozen was I in her space:
A stilled statue in winter's clutch
And all at once I saw it all
And at once nothing in same time,
The melencholied music's call
Shaping me into her harsh rhyme
As I waited for the light to shine
And melt the ice which I'd become,
I found myself a brand new line
Beneath the frost to slowly hum:
For while the light never came through,
I felt the ice begin to melt;
For free was I to start anew
And touch once more which must be felt.
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Author:
Rachel Laurene (
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- Published: February 23rd, 2022 01:05
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Comments2
Beautiful word choice.....Lovely !
Thank you 🙂
Really like this . Liking the rhyming . I hardly ever rhyme in my poems .
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