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Melting Fire

Alone she sits
Beneath the frozen boughs.
Dark eyes watch amazed,
At the flames within the ice.

Brilliant colors of all shades
From red to orange
Yellow to pink
All melding together upon frozen branches.

Then the morning sun rises
Bringing warmth to a winter landscape
Crystal drops fall
Taking the fire from the ice.

Gold blends with pink
And red with orange
Falling upon virgin snow
So white in its purity

As ice melts away from wood
limbs reach toward the sky
Though brilliant in its beauty
The fire could not melt the cold.



My poetry never follows the dictated pattern. So don't yell at me for it.

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