and traced with grids of window panes,
her brilliant bare skin glows in the midst of a mist
of wintry breaths
shifting and swaying through open spaces.
Polar breezes decorated with snowflakes
line the air sweetly.
Frigid drops of frozen water lightly kiss
her uncovered shoulders,
waking the hair on her skin,
sending chills down her limbs,
causing heavy heart beats,
drumming thick and
she changes her faces.
Dark chestnut hair strands, stranded on white lands,
tickle her nose and eyelids,
lips and high cheekbones.
Three or so brisk chills crawl across her
blanketed brilliant bare skin.
She turns and unveils piercing blue eyes.
And she thinks back to yesterday
when cold days caused fewer heartbreaks.
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