Into the morning,
the world that is stillness,
coldness pierces her everything.
The warmth that escapes her
billows up, and is lost to the night;
with a gulp she attempts to reclaim it,
only a burst of ice meets her sore throat.
Over the treetops framed in darkness
tiny dewdrops rest
like diamonds, the glowing frost casts light
which whispers the impending dawn.
At daybreak, the girl, the earth,
Union, holds her breath.
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