show falling down

the flakes drift downwards

no end in my foreseeable sight

dark skies, tiny specks

down to my nose

melt, melt to water.

pile up become my snowman

the comfort of this friend

is short lived,

sky unrelenting

energies suspended

to the harsh cold falling

flakes, let them come for its inconstance

crushed frozen ice pressed to form the statues

immaculate to the scope

the cycle contine, snow giveth way to green

let the next in line take the spotlight

winter snows forgotten.






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