The Watcher
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Short story/poem. Comment your interpretation!

The Watcher

It was so cold that the air bit her tongue;

It was so cold that the air bit her tongue; A sting from a bee would’ve hurt less.

The wind shown in mischievous patterns;

Her lip shivered like a cherry blossom in the wind.

She wasn’t moved.

She wasn’t moved. Her eyes stood; quiet, still, planted; statuesque in her elegance.

Watching over those who are not watched,

Watching over those who are not watched, and seeing those who have not been seen.

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