Monday, May 18, 2009

Wisp Of Ice

She laughs,
and the sound is like a wisp of ice
wrapping around the ankles of many

Her face,
is like the taste of a full moon

She wears a dress of shattered Neptune
and earrings of frost

In the summer,
she swims in a bed of ice

Her frightened souls,
never shiver
when she dawns



ice blue

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