A flake of snow
brings every winter in the belly,
a memory stunned by the cold,
the perpetual goodbye
of the skies.
And what if I can't
wake up tomorrow!
The light will always come
to spray the everlasting ice.
The petals hibernate at this time
in secret passages open
to elucidate new perspectives.
A flake of snow
falls with the frosty heart of joys,
and a song that repeats
when our night descends.
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