A haze of winter,
A wall between realities,
And walking solemnly,
A woman.
Dressed in white,
With eyes as blue as a summers sky,
But skin as pale as bone,
A woman.
Strangley beautiful,
Like the first bud of spring,
Still hanging onto winters grip.
A woman.
I feel like I understand her,
Can recognise the look in her eyes,
For the woman,
Is my soul.
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