She stands cold alone
Her clothes have been torn off by the harnessing wind
Leaving only her bear, angular arms
Scratched and torn apart to death
She still stands in the one place
Though it rains
Though it snows
Not moving a step
Withstanding pain
As if waiting for someone
To put her clothes back on
And not to succumb to the nature
Flaunting her icy beauty
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