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 sheβll go
Lost among the fog aflow
That swirls about her naked skin
Uncloaked to feel the cold within
Of winterβs 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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