It was the magic of the winter
that build a pale blush against her cheeks
that stole the moisture from lips
took the warm air from her breathe
it left her solid
This lady of the snow
a beautiful yet still lady
admires the beauty around her
the empty trees with a frozen tear
a chilled soul
She's alone now
this beautiful woman
stuck in one emotion till chill dies
still in the deep and empty cold
watching the snowmen pass her by
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Nyell
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