Untitled by Maddie Jahaly

Her fingertips, blue from the cold 

Wipe the ice from her face as she begins to freeze In this moment, she knows she is trapped 

Like a long lost memory in a block of ice 

As she gazes at the ever-setting sun she is reminded That though she is frozen now 

There will come a time when she thaws 

Ever so slowly 

When the ground will turn soft again 

Flowers will bloom 

And the birds will sing to her as they once did 

But for now, she lays stagnant underneath a blanket of snow Shrouded in darkness with no clear end 

Longing so deeply for the return of the sun

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