Frosted Beauty


A thing so cold, it's beautiful
some people, some despise it
But when i look at it
all i see is a Beautiful, awesome, pretty, pretty creation.
a creation so delicate, but taken advantage of, taken for granted
some cut it down and throw it to the curb
except for when i passed this one, it made me stop, without words
it stood crooked, as if placed there to wait, and forgotten about
but my eye was caught by the hook of her looks
my ears entrapped by the intelligence of each sentence
seeing past the wood, bark, and snow
i saw the beautiful creation
frosted beauty.

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