Red Snow
By Anaelle
Why is it I can't feel my throat -
Whenever you cross my mind?
My face rises in colour
With emotions untold -
Longing for release...
You don't give me sympathy
You only understand...
How can tears be understood
When they fall so delicately?
Smooth streaks down tender skin
Pain so faint, so sensitive
Pinpoint, shattering a heart
Exploding in a million brilliant peices
Scattering about the snow
- White stained red
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Published on Sunday, April 22, 2001.
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