The cold settled on her nose
Frost crystallized
her toes
She slipped through
the trees
Hands quaking, like
her knees
Hair strewn across
her face
Leaping through the
brush with grace
Rarely looking at
the sun
Sight
ahead--starting to run
Branches breaking,
twigs did snap
Lightning and a
thunder clap
Wicked wind and
violent air
She ran from time
with all despair
Quickened paces on
the dirt
Eyes were filled
with fear and hurt
Rain clouds
breaking, she looks up
Water, flooding, filled her cup
Overflowing to the
brim
She stopped…
Her life was not so
dim
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