Sunday, 16 August 2015

Ice

This medium
is perfect.
It Preserves
Enchants
Mesmerises
With every slight movement it draws us in
And pushes imperceptibly closer
Tightening around us
And before we can bail, it's towering above us
Locking in electric blue
Rocking slowly
Showing off it's untapped power

And there is no way out
But we're moving
Towards the thaw

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