Eyes Tiara of the Ice Princess
Eyes of the sky last night
held no gleaming stars
but the water it restrained from falling
when the sun was taking charge,
the long period where
everyone is awake and busy,
where a few would rendezvous
with sentimentality
and stare the endless
drops on the ground.
Last night, the black sky
decided to finally let it go
when everyone
was in tranquil slumber,
skin covered with thick blankets
as no one could tolerate to savor
the coldness dissipated that long.
No one was awake
but the tiny entities flying
and crawling living outside.
The sky poured everything last night;
it took almost forever before it ceased.
There were no more left to release,
but the cool air remained.
She left her flooded chamber;
nonchalance shown upon her face
as though she rested serenely.
Thick snow coated her mountain,
gigantic icebergs formed in her ocean
and fog dispersed across her garden.
Corners of her mouth
never upturned,
stares deadpan,
an ice tiara on her head
made of crystallized tears from last night.
She poured everything last night;
it took almost forever before she got tired
and her drowned cheeks became dry.
Coolness emerged from her surface;
the suspects were sneezing.
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Poetry❝I will pour water over you when you are parched and dry, and draw you in a spot where the sun's tender radiance can kiss your weary body. I will shine up your blades as I whisper to you how beautiful of a flower you are, for keeping your body and s...
