Iridescent strands
Woven by dancing fingers
sealed together by crystal tears
She breathes in moondust
letting winter take hold
making everything porcelain
Her creation shimmers
and shudders
as if it were to blow away
yet she continues.
As she finishes
her lungs expel the last
of the warmth
from frosty lungs
and falls to endless slumber,
safe within her cocoon.
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