The Girl

the girl is walking slowly

silently

through the empty streets 

she he wraps her arms 

around her waist

and shivers once again

she hasn't a jacket 

only a thin shirt

to protect her from the cold 

she can se the fog 

as she exhales 

her warm breath against the frigid air

she is beautiful

with her place skin 

and snowflakes in her hair 

her destination is unknown 

she carries on 

through the chilling cold 

the wind is whipping 

the snow is falling 

and the girl is soon gone and away