Le flocon disparaît,
Ephemeral snowflake
In the darkness of the soul,
love arises like a torrential rain,
drowning every corner of our being
in its passionate deluge.
But love is fleeting,
a fragile snowflake falling
in the cold of indifference.
Sometimes, love metamorphoses
into a solitary flake,
swirling in the icy wind of oblivion.
Each crystal of desire,
every shard of tenderness,
trapped in its ephemeral form,
doomed to melt into the darkness.
Then comes the scorching heat of summer,
consuming everything in its path.
Beneath its fiery gaze,
the snowflake of love melts,
transforming into a bitter drop of regrets.
And in the sweltering heat of forgetfulness,
no memory can survive,
no dream can be reborn.
Thus, love is the most fragile flake,
doomed to melt in the flames of time.
And when it disappears,
carrying with it our hopes and dreams,
it leaves behind a frigid void,
impossible to fill, pitiful.
For now, no other flake can ever replace
the one that melted into
the abyss of our souls.
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