K.N. Lee
A wanderer
Cloaked in black
Head high against the snow
And won't look back
Silver strands
Of hair float free
Sparkling eyes
Of emerald green
She faces death
With tears in her eyes
Falls to her knees
Scrapping snow and ice
With a baby in her arms
She kisses it's cheek
Let's out a tortured sigh
And whispers goodbye
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