After (Snow Part II)


All is white,
Identical and unrecognizable.
Lost,
Wandering,
Yearning for warmth.
But alas,
No flame is to be found.
Gone,
To where all the lost things go.
But all hope is not lost,
It is not to late to bring back what is gone.

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This is how I feel after getting into a fight with one of my parents. As if our relationship is lost, but still hopeful that I can fix it.