Frozen Maidens
Fair-haired birches, snow-white pale,
Adorned in dust of winter’s veil,
They stand barefoot by the way,
Like frozen maidens, cold and grey.
The wind unfurled their dresses bright,
Wove a sigh in hair of white,
In winter’s grip, their wings are bound,
They will not rise above the ground
Author: Joanna Femiak
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