I dream of Golden winters with sun shining across the cold Frost.

The cold never touches me

The silence claims me

This is my home of now.

She says,”

You are my chosen oasis in the land of crust and crystalline frames

While you were born from molten cosmic processes

You’re set apart, pristine during the heat 

Slipping through dimensions to the time most appropriate to support the balance

You are a force, a fury of nature~ 

Subdued by sheer will and actual karma 

Your boldness: freezing time,

Making your fierce desire a slice of form, manifested.

Liquid chills and stops at its intersection

When you are beyond seasons,

Your will is diamond.

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