Every single snowflake
falls down, as low
as it can go. Only one
snowflake is a whisper,
but together they are
a sound, white and loud.
They cover, they crush,
they shine, and they melt.
Every single word
falls out, as far
as it can go. Only one
word is a blur,
but together they are
a vision, colorful and proud.
They cover, they crush,
they shine, and they melt.
The weight of snow.
The wait for words.
No price can be put upon
them. As easily as they
fall, they can be lost
and found. Seen for the
first time at dusk, and
disappearing at dawn.
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Winter Mondays
PoetryShort Collection of Poems __ This is my first work and most likely will be a short one. I will do my best to update when inspiration strikes. These poems are not fancy or velvety, yet I hope there is some small warmth or flush of feeling that will...
