With hands so cold she does create,
Magnificent ice sculptures out of
Others' spiteful hate.
A whirl wind of love & light,
Does swirl deep inside her pale
Snowflake blue eyes.
She is the gentle breath of snow,
On a magical white Christmas morn
After a perfect Eve's night.
A blizzard rages through her, wherever she is.
That is the strength & knowledge
She's gained, over yesteryears.
Despite the memories of history past,
She allows those tragedies
To harden not her heart.
- Alexandra Pierotti.
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