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🌊Solace

Freezing Point

Nanda Regine

I've reached far beyond the extremities of hypothermiaWith an ice land for a soulWarmth will never indulge with my heartThose were the tales you have been toldBut I yearn for the summer sunTo melt what's left of my iceberg smileWhen will the snowy residue cease to escape my eyes?When will the storm settle within my mind?My thoughts lay like rubbleScattered and confused in a pileWell the tales are trueMy cold front will confirm your suspicionsThey will freeze every acre of hope you had for meBut deep down... I'm a snowflakeIntricate to the eye and delicate to the touch

— Nanda Regine

From “Inside Her Roses”