Silvery Flakes


Silvery flakes drifted down,
glittering in the bright light of the Harvest Moon.
The blackbird swooped down
and carried my soul out of the darkest parts of my heart and mind.
The black carries my soul to the Harvest Moon,
so beautiful, so bright.
I am then turned into silvery flakes of snow
and I fall upon the Earth,
covering it with my caring and loving flakes.
I feel that I am one with nature
as I keep covering the Earth with my beautiful flakes.
Silvery flakes drifted down,
glittering in the bright light of the Harvest Moon,
covering the world with happiness and joy,
becoming a whole new life.

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