Thursday, July 25, 2024

The Ice Princess.

With hands so cold she does create,
Magnificent ice sculptures out of
Others' spiteful hate.

A whirl wind of love & light,
Does swirl  deep inside her pale 
Snowflake blue eyes.

She is the gentle breath of snow,
On a magical white Christmas morn
After a perfect Eve's night.

A blizzard rages through her, wherever she is.
That is the strength  & knowledge
She's gained, over yesteryears.

Despite the memories of history past,
She allows those tragedies
To harden not her heart. 


- Alexandra Pierotti.


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