She had remained in the cold for so long
that her whole existence was frozen.
His warmth, instead of granting her freedom,
melted her into a puddle,
rendering her nonexistent.
A/n: The photograph is from http://nebelelfenaemy.deviantart.com/favourites/
I love this! Goes great with a poem I wrote awhile back!
“Bed of Snow”
by Ry Hakari
Every night a lonely lone wolf
crawls into a cold bed of snow,
soul shivering a little too much
to try rolling over, for a suitable
beautiful snow angel bride—for
holding nice and close, wearing
each other like fur coats to keep
warm through cold chilly nights
“What good would she even be?
If she provided me any warmth,
she’d melt, leaving me with face
just as water-logged as before!”
Ah that is one beautiful piece of art you created! The imagery is beautiful! Thank you so much for sharing! 🙂
They always say “Right person wrong time,” it can be a comforting thought to people without a significant other to think they haven`t met ‘the one’ yet because they aren’t who he`ll fall in love with yet, like a melted version of themselves.
What a beautiful interpretation TheGreatZambini… We always tend to comfort ourselves, and give false reassurances… Perhaps, it helps us survive, perhaps, it helps us keep our sanity?
Thank you so much for your lovely comment! 🙂
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– Jim Wittenberg
Likewise Jim! Thank you! 🙂