Friday, July 10, 2015

your melting world

Shaken, drifting,
Specks in the water.
Settling, shifting
Within my small sphere.

You pick me up
And peer inside,
I want to touch
Your melting world.

Immortal snowflake in a globe
I wonder just how it would feel
To leave my ring,
Dissolve with Spring.

I don't want to sit
On a shelf and wait
For my world to shake.
I want to be
Where there are earthquakes.

But still I am so far away,
A snowstorm in the midst of May.


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