Frozen Lady
I come to wake from grabbing rays;
peeking through my window sill and poking me as I sway.
Waking slowly to see, that the day has waited for me.
I take off the comfort of my comforter, and reel on my clothes,
I take a breath in; so I could blow out the old.
I take a few steps and unlock the door, and there in my face, a showcase took hold.
The winter is going, leaving some ice.
The flowers are growing, it's time to take rise.
The insects are dwelling, inside the ground.
But I guess, one decided to stay around.
She was lovely in shimmer, water droplets magnified her crystal hues.
Struck still from the winter, her movement got subdued.
Her body in-cased, in a ice clear grave.
Her red skin was freckled, which made her cute in her way.
Taken her life, from the frozen decay,
but her body was given, for art she displayed.
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