They feel like snow
Melting from glaciers
So cold, so pure
Acting like a cure.

No one is aware
Of the fire burning inside them
They tend to hide
The darkness deep within them.

They are the fresh water
Of the rivers originating from glaciers
They are as holy as
A blooming flower in the early morning.

They blossom your world
Not expecting anything
They shine like a beautiful pearl
But deep in the core of their heart
They are the burning snow.