her heart
resembles the snow,
in the way it melts with the
slightest sign of warmth.
her eyes
resemble to coal,
in the way one spark
ignites an everlasting flame.
her tears
resemble the glass,
in the way they shatter
as they fall swiftly to the ground.
and her soul
resembles an infant
in the way it must be held with care,
for it is now fragile
than it has ever been before.
jl.
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