Flurries


The earth becomes still and anew as the coldness of winter followed through. The world stopped at a head on collision as the snow flurries became my only vision.
The inches grow as the universe is stopped to a slow. So in the same sense the seasons of my life seem to go.
My life's achievements create a moment of hope and clarity.
Blinding my vision past their serenity.
The few silent moments of peace and stillness.
Only to melt away, turning into a puddle the next day.
So as the cold seasons come to and end The refuttle of life blown away by a warm wind . The season begins to melt away. I hope one day this snow might stay.

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