Winter is oblivious.
She swirls and twirls around, sparkling and glittering and giggling.
She doesn't see when she causes destruction, and knows not the sadness she causes some.
She only sees her bright, twinkling lights, brilliant, powdery snow, and holiday happiness.
She doesn't know the pain she brings to some.
She doesn't see that she has the power to ruin people's lives, or end them.
She only sees her prettiness, and happiness.
Winter is oblivious.
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The World Is Broken
РазноеTW for death Some aspects of the world, personified I will say that I think the later chapters increase in quality. Please give feedback! I love to hear what people think of my writing.
