Frost
O Orb in the sky, break through
The ice in my body.
Melt the frost in my heart,
The freezing daggers of my eyes.
My cold-shoulder cannot warm a smile,
Nor entice embrace.
Relax me, so stiffened by my surroundings
Like a flower stuck in growth,
Frozen in time
Longing for release from her wintry prison.
Who sees my soul? Who knows that I am not this way?
Who but You, my Sun
My Orb in the sky.
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