crystal castle
Right from very early in the morning,
the childhood memories
have received a spectacular transfer
from the marvelous snow queen.
The jovial flakes have exploded
away from their crystal castle,
hidden in a subtle silvery curtain,
to tame the untamed child in me.
The acolytes, acting as snow's buds,
mystique adorned into delight,
applied me an intense anesthesia,
elaborately quilted in festivity effect.
Delicately, their natural flawlessness
have nestled around me, compiling so
the scent of my buoyant disposition
that transmits inexplicable emotions.
The childhood memories smiled at me.
I smiled right back at them, as well.
Happy Holidays ππ«¦
