Spellbind Winter
Snow's mysteries withheld in a caress cloud sky—
For only she knows her swirling mimes fear melt;
Mercury rigid, cold— night child feels no breath;
Surely there's still magic outside; me.
For only she knows her swirling mimes fear melt—
Flakes anchor in the phantasm's dust; blush.
Surely there's still magic outside; me,
While gloom is shone on past maiden rifts.
Flakes anchor in the phantasm's dust; blush.
Mercury rigid, cold— night child feels no breath;
While gloom is shone on past maiden rifts—
Snow's mysteries withheld in a caress cloud sky.
Copyright © Paige Hind | Year Posted 2024
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