Frost of Winter coated the paths
On which illusions strutted.
Leaving foodprints leading to the winds,
Cold, but kept warm by the mind.
Cigarette remained unlit in winds' wings,
Her hair bent on kissing her lips,
Blazing eyes rimmed with smudged rings,
Blinking pure snow away from the lids.
The skies began to cover midday sun
Draping the lands in stark darkness;
Her rooted feet began to run
Tripping on branches in the wilderness.
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