My heart

Is the ice of the Artic;

Eyes of coal

Narrowed into slits

Gaze at dewy, hazel eyes

Shimmering with tears


Quivering lips

Utter words,

Winds that drive the clouds away

Ushering in the sun

Resplendent and clad in warmth;

Rays that draw the icicles

In a tight embrace.



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18 thoughts on “Thaw

  1. Hmmm. I absolutely adore the part where the sun’s ushered in and how it easily draws in the icicles in a tight embrace. Now, that’s sizzling ‘hawt’! Kudos Doc, at least this piece offers a ‘happy’ ending ei? Lolz


          1. Sometimes, I agree. Everything in life has to be in moderation to strike a balance otherwise, chaos will take centre stage, and that will not be pretty.


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