Melted snowflakes
Waiting for no one to look
As I slip out of the room
quietly, discreetly
Like watching one snowflake fall amongst thousands
Sooner or later you lose track
You think if only I could see that one snowflake again
Maybe then things would be different
If I could catch you in a jar and hold you safe
Maybe then tears wouldn't fall down my face
posted by C.J @ 9:03 PM
1 Comments:
this is such a poignant poem. so unique and pure. melted snowflake... i guess it's more free when it's melted because then it's water and can run here and there. thank you for painting this picture for me.
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