Nea Kris

Let the pain flow

Ice

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Ice can be shattered,
But ice also can cut.
And it doesn’t matter,
If you are a lady or you are a lad.

Ice is a child of cold,
Ice has no feelings – none!
Ice can be cruel or bold,
It can freeze and it’s done!

Ice in your eyes,
Ice in your heart.
It is cutting so nice,
Tearing apart.

No fuel for fire – no crime.
Snowflakes on eyelashes’ tips
I’m waiting for this time
When snow won’t melt on my lips…


2 thoughts on “Ice

  1. I enjoyed how you personified ice as a cruel child. The last stanza talks of death most eloquently; “when snow won’t melt on my lips.” Beautifully expressed.

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