Frost by Ofira Sephiroth
Snow falls on my broken gleam.
A lone syringe transfers frost
from our seven year storm.
Toast to victory
while I bite the tongue
that once tied around your heart -
accentuating passion,
hindering forgiveness.
Fantastic were my hopes and dreams -
belated are your wishes.
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2 comments:
lovely, like a winter dream
I like it. It reminds me of the feeling of New Year's Eve.
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