She was a fiery sprite
who with her dainty steps
left behind the trail of blooms
across the hills and moors of hope.
She was a ballerina
who danced with the wind
and spun love and dreams
scattered it over the slope
for others to pick them up
and wear them as their crown.
On one stormy night
wizard of the dark realm,
smitten with her smile
caged her in his unrelenting grasp
squeezing every single drop
of magic she held.
Drained and dried, with a final goodbye
she left unchaperoned
leaving behind the haunting shadows
over the vast stretch of snowy canvas.
And every once in a while
they hear the bell ring
with her cries
echoing in tandem
with the wails of storm that passes by
leaving behind the scattering remains
of broken twigs.
© srijaprasita
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