By Ice

The China doll, frozen by ice with a cherry heart and an atomic device.

Checking the seconds, chronos calling but spinning, twirling and falling.

Will she land like a cat, or shatter to glass. A million miles apart will our souls ever pass.

The China doll, frosted white. Kind words from lips, that just might.

Don’t leave me here with nothing but the sun. Let me see those eyes, lives are spun.

D Jan 2017

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