Fire and Snow

in #poetry7 years ago

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Her skin's as cold as morning frost,
As pale as evening snow,
With her, I am no longer lost,
My path, she'll always show.

Her hair is fire in the sky,
A burning, vivid crown,
And she, above like mountains high,
While I'm forever down.

If only I could call her name,
And draw her to my side,
The wildness in me, she could tame,
No longer would I hide.

But she's forever far away,
She's like a dream at night,
Before I sleep, I always pray,
That come to me, she might.

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Wow! The imagery is fantastic. It has a really great flow to it. Keep it up!

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