A sunrise of pink purple splendor, I have danced over frozen pond waters,
A blanketed forest of snow.
A loving embrace soft and tender,
The crunch of our footfalls below.
I surrender to sweet grey November,
A dazzling crystalline glow.
And swam across cold winter skies.
Preceded by Pleione's daughters,
And their angst for my glorious rise.
I will forge my own fate and my fortune,
Where the stars shine...
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