Snowy Sorrow

Snow falls lightly on her soft skin.
White hair blowing over cherry lips;
Eyes like golden mirrors.
Icy blue fabric brushes over the stained ground.
There is an ever-growing red puddle.
Salty, clear, sadness rolls from her eyes,
Splashing upon the body.
Her delicate hand kisses the wound,
Whispering soft goodbye.
The wind forces her departure.
Her world,
Left in this crystal grave,
Gone,
Forever,
Alone.