The Frozen Ice Crystal ❄

 

Every year , the snow falls , it is an ice crystal on the ground , the accumulation of frozen ice particles is like a new page to write in , empty and pure 

Beginnings and endings , changes and immutability 

It is the trump card in the game of life , look from proper angle 

The pen has run out of ink , It is the end of the story 

Knocking on the door of heaven or hell is a choice , between survival and perdition 

Is It called being alive or dead ? In the need of a risky step 

The days go by , the never ending lessons 

Ashes of a burnt soul , broken heart shards 

Almost to fade away but the spirit is still fighting and resisting 

Running from stage to the next will never stop until we are finished .

Written by : Hajar Belhachmi