Frost and Fury
Frost, in ribbons rise
crackling, freezing in it's path
words of whispered mist
hanging them upon demise
Secrets spilling, lips which kissed
now caught empty, cold
Frost in ribbons, swirling sky
frozen memories to enfold
Something's in the air
plucking icy words as strings
Let's keep warm inside
Music of our own to bare.
Copyright © Tatyana Carney | Year Posted 2005
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