Stella

Stella,

you struck like lightning,

pounded like rain,

smirked at the Sun,

and tried to chill to the bone,

you changed the rules,

in your winter-tide,

a wintry exchange,

you barely tickled us,

yet snowflakes remain,

you change the rules,

on your own,

all alone,

cold in your embrace,

dance in frosted flakes,

you are changing the rules,

is it mean to call you an ice queen?

 

 

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