When you'd rage, it was like ice snapping across glaciers.
Here and there, cracks would emerge until gusting, roaring
You'd sweep your freezing coldness under your wings, to scream with rending fury.
But when you were happy, when your soul burst with joy?
Not even sitting in the clouds, hanging up by the sky
Could reflect such profound beauty,
Your smile lit up the sun every single morning.
BẠN ĐANG ĐỌC
Never In Spring ✓
Thơ CaAlways winter, never in spring, but she'll wait a thousand lifetimes for him. A personal account of a bitter, heartbroken lover's descent as she grows, watching her blooming love wither into nothing. Love poetry anthology. © elle sonder 2024
