Icicle Dreams
Sequence of winter icicles
frozen over like popsicles
we are puffed like dropsical
weathering snow we walk into
a fortress named, "Fairies Igloo"
to look for the girl in blue
she, Deity of the forest glen
has silky hair of red cayenne
and chirrs like a lovely wren
its the season of snow and love
as peaceful as a mourning dove
she was sent, from up above .
Jan 22, 2020
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