I was with you all through the winter,
But like a snowflake, I melt with your every smile.
Cloaked in white, a muse bruised with frostbite,
My petals thaw in the frost's afterglow.
Yes, I was with you despite the blizzard, but then,
I found that we fair maidens only breathe in the snow.
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Fields of Asphodel
PoetryA poetry collection inspired by mythology, nature, and poetry itself. The style will be a bit different to what I wrote for Clockwork Lives, but I feel personally that it is an improvement. :)
