Chilling to the bone
Tiny, white crystals falling
Delicate and soft.
Her heart is cold.
Why is her stare so judging?
She is beautiful.
The land is barren.
The wind is still and silent.
Winter is cruel.
She sings to herself,
A song of broken dreams.
Her name is Shiva.
Tiny, white crystals falling
Delicate and soft.
Her heart is cold.
Why is her stare so judging?
She is beautiful.
The land is barren.
The wind is still and silent.
Winter is cruel.
She sings to herself,
A song of broken dreams.
Her name is Shiva.
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Alright this is a mix of Haikus and Senryus. The poem is basically about one of my OCs named Shiva.
