Air of crystal
A thousand years waiting
Peaceful, still
The earth is breathing slow
Beneath the ice and water
Waiting to be born
On such a perfect morn

Frozen like perfection
A god’s painting
Which he cannot dispossess
Held like a gem
Within his ancient hand
On such a perfect morn
Trembling to be born

(c) Helen Valentina 2014, All Rights Reserved

About helenvalentina

Like most people, I have a number of sides to me. The most interesting one probably emerges through my writing, hence this blog. I love to read, and also to write, and so this is a way to share both.
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15 Responses to Frozen

  1. Morgan says:

    OH How I love this πŸ™‚ Just Gorgeous πŸ™‚

  2. Beautiful Helen πŸ™‚

  3. Helped on a hot day. I like the line “trembling to be born”

  4. Hector says:

    So beautiful indeed πŸ™‚

  5. Aquileana says:

    Remarkable poem… I am now signing to myself “Let If Go” (song from movie “Frozen” ‘ soundtrack …. Thanks for sharing… Best wishes, Aquileana πŸ˜€

  6. Sassy Munchie says:

    Lovely poem.

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