She blows out hot air,
Into the blistering cold,
Her pale skin turns rosie.
She loves the cold,
Everything feels so clean.
Her tears lie frozen on her face,
Like shinning jewels.
She walks through her now barren orchard.
Frozen apples lie along the ground,
The crushed fruit bearing crystalized juice.
She used to love these trees.
She had climbed them with her sister,
To look out over their domain.
It's silent here now,
There is no longer the sound of children playing.
They used to fall asleep in the apple trees,
Breathing in the scent of the luscious fruit.
They awoke at night, their hearts pounding with excitement,
As they called out the names of the stars.
She smiles in remembrance, hearing once again,
The sound of her little sister's voice.
The trees have grown wild now,
Neglected for so many years.
But they still remember the touch of her hand,
On their ice encased bark.
She knows that she should not dwell on these things,
But the pain in her chest seems to go away,
When she remembers a time when they were all alive.
 
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