‘Yea, Centaur of the forest, Will you hear my prose?’ That crack’d an icy breath To lay in stiff repose. Upon the fallen needles of the mountain pine. And yet, alive. Entwine The lowly columbine. Here. Twisted and encumbered, Lived, in spite of all. A love that thawed the ice Into a waterfall. Whose cool refresh did yet Into a pool, cascade. But once again return to glass, The forest esplanade. Where cold, the Unicorn Doth seek its solitude. Unmasking lonely, frosted Loves denude. Thus. The freeze always Precedes the thaw. In the ice kingdom, And the equine forests of the wild Centaur.
Reason for writing:
A kind of christmas feel to this one.
Birth sign: Gemini
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