Through Time In 60
Icicle hardens; Her prisoner wails.
Soft dripped; Resentful his seasonal sun.
Clung tightly winter, her grip again fails;
Cheeks slip on puddles where four start to run.
Years of denial their story entails –
Captives held hostage by starry travails.
1/27/2017
Submitted for: 'A Rhyme in 60'
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