A woman of the snow.
Yuki, her name, brings snow to the mountain peaks.
She sits in the snow filled glade, her icy colored hair
fell around her in ribbons.
Her eyes as white as clouds,
A navy yukata littered with the fallen flakes.
There she sat frozen, her body preserved for eternity.
The now blank eyes show all an inner peace.
Her statue had stayed there for many years
'She is the woman we have trusted since the dawn of time
for yule, and for the snow that has fallen.' The woman said
'Why, ' the children asked.
'She is the ice maiden of snow, Yuki the Koorime.'
What is the meaning of hate?
Is it the dislike of someone different than you?
Or is it the loathing of something simple like broccoli?
What is the meaning of discrimination?
Is it the hatred of someone of a different background?
The hatred of skin color;
Or is it the bitter taste of being different from everyone else?
What is the meaning of uniqueness?
Is it the purpose of being odd and unusual?
The adaptation to your own life and style;
Or is it the stereotypical clan that society has put you?
What is the meaning of life?
Is it that time keeps moving; leaving us in the dust is leaves behind?
The endless stream of consciousness that everything has;
Or is it the meaningless and indefinable thing we give every day?
What is the meaning of death?
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