My little icicle.
Frozen,
waiting.
Calling out to me,
I reach out for you.
You fall, and you shatter.
Once so perfect and pristine,
a beauty that glistened in the sunlight.
You fought to stay as one,
I saw you as you weakened.
My little icicle,
so strong, so serene.
Droplets fell to the ground
when the heat was raised too high.
I thought you looked so beautiful,
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