Flare and Ice

Strong ties resurrect

A string pulls, and God holds me tight

When, I was a pile of blood ice white Blizzard with the rock, cold sober Restrain from the light of closer You forced it’s warm, sheen until moist Bust the stream out.

Then, I poured all in the hold of gathered palms You sipped, then spill on the ground. She grows the green around. Now turn to rebel surround.

At the corner of the door Staring reflection of my own As I made myself frowned.

But, The flares have return It turns bleak into a lawn Silhouettes began to form, mysteriously pleasing pain.

As it is known, when ice turns to rain. Assure one day it will bloom, with peonies and fireflies.

Abyss of a wound, Left behind with ravishing glee.