Winter


I watch the snowflakes fall to the ground
Children who gracefully dance to their destruction
Blissful, naive beauty

They coat my body
Begging for something in this world to hold onto
Feeble, whimsical desperation

I notice the virgin snow
A soft blanket that's never been touched
Sterile, delicate purity

A snowflake melts down my face
A tear that's been held in for too long
Fearful, pathetic resentment

I watch the snowflakes fall to the ground
Their innocence is not an invitation
But it will be seized anyway.

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