She was born with winter in her bones,

a frigid wind within each lung.

She had skin that rivaled morning frost,

her touch a bitter cold that stung.

Her only love in life was fire,

how it caressed and warmed her skin.

She gave her heart to feed its embers,

and let it melt her from within.

A poem by: My daughter 🙂

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