She Clashed In White

[Lykren]

She clashed in white.
The fog, like walls of a room
I never stepped in,
met our breath escaping
and melting in the white.
She held her eyes a fantasy
that could be looked in
and bar retreat.
The stars in them
and in the dew
were wholly cold, and wholly new.

[WolfLarsen]

My favorite line was: "The fog, like walls of a room"

Not bad also was: "... Melting in the white."

There are some other good lines here.

However, the poem is a whole didn't do much for me. I don't know, it feels kind of cold. Or maybe that's the point I don't know.

Just my personal view.

Until next time have a great day/week/month/year/life!

[Lykren]

Thank you Wolf.