mercredi 15 février 2012

Frozen World

Frozen World Frost with frenzied breath Holds in his firm iron fist Earth, sky and water And my soul The lake lies still Like a magical mirror Frosted with flakes of snow Deep silence Fields of frozen silver Grass in grey armour Brazen bushes Tin coloured trees River and stream stopped running Phantastic figures Border on banks Sit on stones A sky of polished silver Clouds cling to clouds A sun of molten lead Hangs low My soul is still Held by a heavy chain Of frost and fear And cold Will She Come?
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