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She Is

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1/11/2019
A/The winter chill floats on the passing breeze
        Cultivating cool crystals on the crisp air
                She is unassuming, unforgiving
She sneaks through the smallest crack
        Filling the tiniest void—unseen
                She is all-consuming, awe-inspiring
A/The winter chill plays by her own rules
        Howling in the night, still during the day
                She is absolute, unabashed
She speaks a language all her own
        In tongues unheard, in sounds untold
                She is misunderstood, unmistakable
A/The winter chill is master to all
Serving nobody else's will
She is omnipotent, omniscient
She is ... everything