A Cool Conversation
"A burst of ice."
whispers Winter
"Your not being nice!"
answers Spring
"Your frozen outburst;
Your chill, will not change a thing."
"I will dance. I will sing.
It is inevitable.
A symphony of color I will bring."
"So walk away.
Do not smolder.
Soon your reign will be over."
Copyright © Melani Udaeta | Year Posted 2013
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