Frozen in place the witch stays
The snow and hail falls over
Cold rain seals her place
As she drifts into forever slumber.
Her heart is cold
Her ghost in space.
She stays on hold
She fades and fades.
One day, she'll be freed again, in warmth and in love.
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Lost and Found
PoetryA thoughtful poetry book about a little witch. Chances, change, love, realizations, and that black hole of thoughts that sucks everyone in.
