Frosted air of sweet and cold,
A crisp and vivid crystal hold,
A rain of sparks, a flashing hit,
A crack of lightning, diamond lit.
Acrylic painting, washed away,
And frozen over, by the day,
A crafted land, of blue and white,
A sapphire within the night.
An untouched flake of moonstone, pure,
That slows drifts towards the shore,
To land upon a sea of ice,
Ensnared upon a frosted vice.
A single spark, upon my face,
Upon my cheek, it leaves a trace,
To then move down towards my chest,
And freeze my heart, rim frost the crest.
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