look of a frost queen
strange woman has the insipid look of a winter queen
I dare not tear my gaze from her frosty pallid lips
are they dead? my stare travels to her eyes
Not unlike stained glass windows, they reflect mirth
all is well then; she can be thawed with the right touch.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2024
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