a maiden dancing in the snow
I've somehow found myself split in two,
stuck between two different worlds.
One is a slow and soft kiss,
a gentle stroke of the cheek,
and the other, an arrow
determined in its course.
They both, somehow, feel like 'Me'
and yet,
aimlessly, I wandered,
frozen from the cold.
I pointed my arrow
toward a constantly moving target,
one that was never intended for me.
But now that I'm dancing barefoot
the warmth of the fire inside my heart
melts the snow beneath.
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