Like the weather,
snow drops drift down,
as time slows down,
A figure of a person comes to view,
this person... what are you looking at?
what do those eyes decipher?
why do those eyes hold no emotion?
Though others have tried, she looks back at no one.
The sky gazes at her with regality.
The ground stares up at wonder.
The snow brushes her away:
the cold,
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