When the frost
Is in my heart
And not out there,
When there are snowlakes everywhere,
I start to doubt
That the melody
Coming from my veins,
Will echo
Through the chambers
Of my body,
Rekindelling a certain spark,
That was once lost.
So what if I'm not as young as before?
So what if I'm growing older?
There's beauty in that, as well.
About the Creator
Maya Or Tzur
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Just a 26 y.o woman writing 'nd stuff. Articles, poems, prose.
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