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A/N Dedicated to someone who had said something to me about the cold and the theme reminded me suddenly of him and what he said...
It happened like this 6 months ago that I was quite upset about something and he tried to explain to me... Later I said that...
Me- These are all like the breeze. They'll pass away.
He- I don't think so , this is just your thought not the reality. Sometimes the direction of the breeze may hurt you. But you're not sure what it is. It may freeze you sometimes. The scent may burn you...
His words were so thoughtful and so true that those remained ingrained in my mind... Thus I dedicate this poem to him...
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The cold bites into my skin, The white knuckles crackle, The frost creeps up my gown, Like a million drops of ice. The fog covers my vision ahead.
As I drag my unwilling feet. The frozen ground cracks, My feet sinking into the gaps. The fjords and the ice turrets, The tall columns of glistening ice, The deathly stillness around.
I shuffle at every painful step. Rise, fall, rise, fall and rise...
I need to stop the freeze, From reaching the glass jar. Inside the jar beats a heart. A single blushing warm one. Glowing like the ruby...
Trying to fight against the chill. The wind blows fierce. The cold moves faster than me. I run and I run, to save the heat. The one heart that'll Thaw the world again.
The blizzards whip my face. The shards of ice grazing my skin. Even the blood has frozen in my veins. As I run, making an effort To save the last remaining hope. But just as I reach out for it. I realize it's dead, frozen and cold.
No... My scream echoes around The ice shuddering at the cry, Desperately I try in vain, To warm it in my palms. My hands are cold, And so am I...
I know I'm defeated. The heart is now nothing but ice. Just as I drop my hands, Exhausted at my fruitless attempts. I find another pair of hands, Gently enclosing mine. A pair of arms snuggling me close.
He's warm, and he's alive. His touch makes me shiver And yet I can feel the heat, Like reaching out from the core. I can hear his heartbeat. So distant and clear.
And my heart seemed To beat to the rhythm. The warmth spreads to my palms, And the frozen heart quivers once The pale pink regains the crimson.
And I gasp as I hear the first beat. Like a beat of life, a ray of hope. He removes his hands And the heart skips a beat. I stand still, afraid to move.
But he comes back, Enfolding me in his chest, The heart clutched between us.
Suddenly I feel my shoes are wet, And a small blade of grass, Is tickling my feet. And the snow is melting away, The curse of the winters lifted. The birds break out in a song.
I gaze into his mesmerizing eyes, Those liquid irises, full of secrets. And we take the heart, Encase it in the jar. All safe, all warm, all blushing.
I take a second too long To admire it's beauty. And when I turn around. He's gone, just vanished. I call out for him...
Realizing a little too late, That he came to thaw my heart, Heal it, mend it and go. He was never meant to stay.
I look at the heart, Mesmerized at how it beats, Strong and steady. He left, but my heart beats still, Maybe it's because once touched, The heart never forgets him, For lives, And beyond death.
500 words completed Please tell me if you like it...
