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Goose down feathers, drifting slowly downward

Delicate crystalline fortresses of purest white set against an ashen sky

There is something surreal here,

Some bridge between reality and spirit.

Effortlessly they descend unto the Earth



Quiet now, for there is reverence in this place

No wind stirs, neither from the left nor from the right

Do not speak, for no language can contain this

Only know that what was, remains

and what is, can never be undone



The only thing that is ever truly lost is the future



Silently I honor some unwritten law

Lying in this all embracing cold

I do not breathe, for it is beyond me

Neither do I move from this place I have chosen

The snowflakes speak to me of eternity



Ephemeral remembrances of a time when

Snowflakes were appetizers for kisses

As they fell on our tongues

And white missiles exploded into laughter

With a warmth that would melt any heart



But now they crush me beneath this hoary blanket



Footsteps approach, but I cannot see the face

Kneeling, she brushes the snow from my stone

And draws a pattern on my chest once more

A single tear for what might still have been

And then she walks silently away



Her tears still taste the same

As effortlessly I descend into the Earth



Snowfall is the sound of my heart breaking




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