The Fire That Melted the Ice
Slowly through the skies,
With the hustling winds anew,
Tiny flakes fell with a white misty hue,
Falling through,
Dancing along,
Swifting around,
Though many fell on the ground,
Some fell over me,
And few had shun my eyes,
So as i sat across the bonfire,
And through this own fire,
Burning deep inside my soul,
My smile would always be there,
Waiting for her,
And just as the light of the sun would melt this snow flake,
She would adjust to my bitter cold mind
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