Retreat of the icy claws: When inspired, write

The air was glacial when she tried
to smile and laugh and play.
It nipped her nose and
froze her toes; she couldn’t get away.

When silky strands of sunshine burst she
leaped and skipped with glee.
It soothed her face that
warmth from grace; she lingered there till three.

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