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--
Frost surfaced her skin,
a layer of ice moulded into
a broken statue.
She stood still,
trapped inside a lake
swimming with burning flames -
flames that tangled ashen limbs
and dared to melt the ice that
kept her sheltered.
An eternal light from her heart,
ignited an initial spark,
but the sea of eyes taunting her
into seclusion seemed to
drown out her escape.
The ice was too cold -
too frozen in place -
to break.
She was to make a home
of the lake.
--
This poem was originally published on my personal blog: https://mymindspeaksaloud.wordpress.com/2016/06/22/lake/
Published by Alice K. Davies
Written by Alice K. Davies
6 years ago 
