that frosty tap of the gentle air,
that freshning smell that makes the pair,
its softning touch, spinechilling ice,
i wish i wish. i could surfice.

then the world takes perplexement,
its slow creep, just a segment,
doesnt it remind you of a glimmering star,
its enchanting breath will take you far.

but finally with naught to fear,
it swiftly sways without a tear,
its great mind could destroy us all,
but forget that we must stand tall.

Ashley Reeves (male)(13)

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