A Winter's Tale

Winter's tale came with a cloak covering skin
a white so pure that even Stars feel compelled to sing
crystal jewels keep their gentle, endless falling
until a sudden stop above my eyes and breath, duelling
against my hair in a silver and red intertwining...
What a crown I have, what a queen I'm willing
to be... a frost of wind, breaking,
            a set of drops glowing in the dawning
within the hands of Sun I'm melting
water and haze I'm becoming
like Love ever changing
in this new independent state of green
that all these other people call Spring
I'm wishing...
the pale embrace of winter's tale and its kissing


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