Shivers,
Cold wind,
Breezy,
through her fair skin.
Dark streets
And the occasional car,
If she's up all night
She's bound to get far.
Hopefully she'll reach the desert
And get her endless sun.
She's tired of the chill
Breaking up her fun.
Trapped in a cage of ice,
Movement is hard.
As imaginative as she is,
That desert is real far.