Roshidere
Silver-haired princess
Masks her heart with icy glares
Russian secrets bloom
Whispered words like snowflakes fall
Melting on his unhearing ears
Classroom desk neighbors
She scolds his sleepy slouching
Yet yearns for his touch
Pen scratches hide heartbeats quick
As spring thaws winter's silence
Student council's queen
Wears a crown of solitude
He sees through her guise
Their dance of shy glances spins
Like leaves in autumn's crisp wind
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Copyright © I.A. Ryd | Year Posted 2025
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