Frozen fire
The nuances of life: exploring the depths of human experience.
Frozen Fire
The snow is white and pure, a canvas for my eyes
A frozen fire burning bright, a sight that mesmerizes
The trees stand bare and cold, like sentinels of the night
The wind whispers lullabies, a song of winter's might
I hear the crunching of the ice, like glass that shatters dreams
A sound that echoes through the woods, like whispers in the streams
I feel a warmth in my heart, a flame that never dies
A glow upon my face, a spark that lights up the skies
I feel the love in my soul, a force that moves my feet
A joy that fills my being, a thrill that can't be beat
But I don't speak or smile, lost in this winter's grace
Enraptured by the beauty, enchanted by its pace
Then suddenly a burst of red, a scream that pierces air
The snow turns into blood, a scene that's hard to bear
But after a moment it stops, and silence fills the space
I look down and see a rose, a gift of hope and grace
It blooms amid the snow, a symbol of life's force
A promise of spring to come, a harbinger of a new course
And so I stand in wonder, awed by nature's might
A witness to its magic, a part of its delight.
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