@-sunsetstxrs-
I'm so sorry i saw this so late haha
I've actually written a similar poem before, way back in... early september, actually.
~ gossamer ~
Snow brushed her fingertips as it fell
Enveloping her in its gentle embrace.
Her breath billowed in fragile smoke
The breeze drifted slowly, slowly away.
Her hair glistened silver in the moonlight
Her lashes were pale against her skin
The curve of her wrist was swan-like
As it clutched the wool of her scarf.
She was there, under the street lamps,
Eyes closed against the cold wind
She weaved a steady, tranquil path
Down the night of the narrow sidewalk.
How foolish was she, to greet Arachne
To rise like the fall of Icarus’s faults?
She was the mist of her own breath
She was gossamer; and then she was gone.
yep lol