Snow Outside

She looks like nothing special
Flat as snow on the outside
But burrowed in her soul
All types of creatures reside
Her heart is a glowing hearth
Shelter in a bitter land
Magic sprouts and blossoms
Tended by her gentle hand
Unless you want to make a monster
You had better play nice
For dreams will sour into shadows
She will shatter into ice
 






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