The Winter Woman |
| Pure she is as white snow can be virgin |
| With energy pushing outward from within |
| Constant is she as flight pervades |
| While the sea tides ebb under winter’s shades |
| Like a tempest without direction |
| She is always seeking resurrection |
| To be sensed by undulating waves |
| This life she gives is the life she saves |
| Likened to the breath of a temptress |
| Her harsh and strong winds are endless |
| Consoling on the surface of Earth’s appearance |
| Insuring everlasting endurance |
| Raging on and on within her soul’s course |
| She vanquishes her own remorse |
| While wiping away all of yesterday’ sorrow |
| She gives birth to a brightful tomorrow |
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