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The snows breath heavy
in the breathless dark
stark in cold contrast
a warmth, in chilling depths
buried and dead
safe in the still night
the moon a gleam
on the frozen hue
laying with shadows
over a final resting place
beneath an old willow tree
with memories of a zombie
a princess and a rusted knight
salted ice
tears make a winter tea
over and ashen field
a place
a kingdom only
once upon a dream
of things , that meant
more than the world to me
and will never be
not a sound to be heard
not even a beating heart
faith lost in a hopeless love
emotions
that burned, cinders
left only ashes in their wake
covered by frosty flurries
silver on grey
shadows and glean
across a barren field
About the Creator
Kaloriinn Mason
I have been writing for years.. I don't have much posted here, considering everything I have or have lost over time. I have been writing songs and turning old works into music lately
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