Hearts are open
With little to do and rumors of snow ahead
They are open
They cuddle
Create
Love
Despite the stereotypes looming over their heads and the extreme expectations to fill
They keep face for the beauty of their nation
Salt grey sledge and dingy windows are below them
Cold-hearted men who love and leave at the first sign of squalls
They don’t exist there
They die out
So hearts are open
Simply WOW!
This poem has the beauty of an ice crystal under a looking glass! So beautiful, so sharp, so cold. Wonderful!
<3
:) this is one of my favs from the last few months :) glad you enjoyed it too
Much Love
Ashley