She swung her frozen heart aside,
and all that lay in wake were indeed opened to the core-
aside from the shore, the frozen shore;
she aimlessly separates, like a cloud used for a door-
to whom the heart thaws, be it
frozen in her cruel gaze. Her image she last did saw?
A slumbering glance? Against an ominous maw?
As she aimlessly dreams, the true Winter-Wonderland be it
the cold, that her frozen heart yearns to thaw…
Copyright April 27, 2017