Freya’s Love

Empty words I speak
Sweetless honey you taste
A burning heart
Displayed in a cage of ice
How could I describe such?
No edges
Snow mist my eye feasts
Flowers scent upon every breeze
Transparent touch aroused never seen
Why does the mist call me so?
The scent
The sound in the distance
My empty words
Freya’s love

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