Snowflakes in Spring

for all the dreamers

The sky
Holds the memory
Of all the lives
That have dreamed
To cross it

It knows
That there are still
Beutiful souls
Who play
With the thoughts
Of dare
Brushing
Sleepless
Clouds
With artist's fingers

It waits
For casanova's
Stinging
Behind someone's
Eyes
To follow
Their way
A whole
Entire life

It stays
As it is
Knowing every
Dreamer
Must soon die

The sky
Holds
So many memories
Of lives
Who truly
Lived
To one day
Soak in
The caress
Of itself

What a wonder
How glorious
It burns
Never once meeting
The souls
It's known
All so well