She trudged along the path
Of freshly fallen snow
Her boots left a trail of memories
Like the ones she carved in my heart
I fell into the palm of her hand
Delicate and fragile
Her eyes held innocence
Like the white rain she stood under
And she squeezed her palm
Crushing me in her warm and painful embrace
She held a man's hand with that same hand
A smile of unadulterated happiness
Their figures vanished in the distance
And winter's breeze blew her footprints away
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