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I have heard a tale of the darkest forest that is known for its whispering trees, 
forbidden fruits, and its dancing roses all kept in touch by winter’s hand. I seek to 
confirm these facts made by delusional men, but I, I seek an even more forbidden fruit, 
and a more soothing whisper that is not of the trees to caress my ears.  I seek a figure 
whose peachy skin is bathed in the white satin of winter.  A figure whose lips that are 
flushed and soft, that they beckon for a mortals lips to embrace their own.  I look and I 
listen for a tempting whisper, I take note to every sound that floats by my ears.  One 
resonance catches my intention; it’s the sound of fracturing ice behind 7 trees I failed 
to perceive.  O was I mislead by these delusional fools, for such a beauty cannot be 
described by mere and simple words.  I was never a poet but the sight of her made 
poetic lines flow into my head. It went like this:   “A soft and delicate petal amidst the 
sea’s darkness beacons for a stem, a stem to lift it up to the sun and thaw the chains 
that bind”.   The ice that I spoke of earlier was not fracturing; they were simply forming 
beneath her feet as she elegantly strode along the rivers bank.  I questioned myself on 
whether to call her or not, for I could not recall a name by which she went.  So I simply 
said: “O, winter’s Goddess, satisfy this mortal with the visage that obscures the hearts 
of men”.  She simply turned around and glanced into my eyes then said: “Who is this 
goddess that you beacon so much for? I am only a woman whose love is frozen in her 
own tears.  A woman whose eyes, are as vast as the sea that they can drown a man 
searching for love”.   I replied: “Your love maybe frozen in tears of sadness, but I seek 
to thaw them out into tears of joy, your love cannot drown a man who has already 
found what he seeks.”   With these words said, I walk towards her slowly and embrace 
her in my arms; I lean in to kiss this winter queen’s lips, but she suddenly vanishes in 
my arms.  The shout of a mother penetrates my ears telling me to get her a drink of 
water in the middle of the night. Finished with the feeble task that mother set out for 
me, I venture back into my bed to fall into slumber once more.
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