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Frozen

I stand frozen, in time.

The winter looms over 

leaving my hypothermic heart

red with frost-bites and—

frozen…

 

The leafless branches crave 

the forbidden fruit of 

the forgotten past,

as I shiver and stand—

frozen…

 

The flakes prick like icicles;

the sun long gone.

The roots try to hold

the lost memories—

still frozen…

 

I wait for the summer

To thaw the pain, the tears.

My hypothermic heart

red with the frost-bites—

lies frozen…

 

The hibernation lasts 

till eternity.

Alone… lonely,

I stand here—

always frozen.

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Photo By: Mikael Stenberg

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Written by Priya Bajpai

 Priya U Bajpai is a short story author and poet with several of her past work having been published in mainstream newspapers. This literature scholar is a versatile story-teller. She is adept at writing fast-paced and layered tales across genres. 

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