Arctic Blossom
By DarkBruce
A rose locked solid in ice Vibrant petals now frail and frigid Embraced by a silent and deadly vice Beauty eternal but not free Never again will it dance in the wind Feeling the cool breeze of the sea For beauty is not in appearance alone And so the rose ceased to be Written November 9th, 2001 © on Nov 09 2001 07:11 AM PST 18 • 0 • 1
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"A rose locked solid in ice..."