Emptiness lies beyond the mist

Pallid colored crystals shift

She walks on tip toes, through the grass

Blades that feel like shards of glass

Wondering where it is she’ll go

Lost among the fog aflow

That swirls about her naked skin

Uncloaked to feel the cold within

Of winter’s chill that holds no kindness

Frozen in this icy blindness

She wanders on into the haze

Her mind adrift in a languid daze

 

 

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