Piercing Ice Thru My Soul – by Asma Khalid

Piercing Ice Thru My Soul – by Asma Khalid

 

Only Togetherness and devotion; define a season…

Bliss or torment, melody or lament

The first snowfall,

Together we stood in the woods

Faces ablaze with love,

Eager to embrace the snowflakes,

Falling like fluttering butterflies

Crossing our cheeks, stroking our smiles

Whispering sweet endearments

Moments of pure bliss,

Making precious memories,

Weaving  gossamer webs of delicate dreams.

The last snowfall came too soon,

Alone in the woods, forsaken and forlorn

I try to face the falling snow,

The white daggers fall too cruelly

Blinding the sight, adding to the plight

Piercing spikes of ice,

Tear my heart, bruise my soul

No magic within; not a word to console

Just the bitter truth,

Reality harsh and cold.

Only Togetherness and devotion, define a season…

Bliss or torment, melody or lament

 

Asma Khalid

 

 

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