drifting snowflake,
calm and quiet.
can i talk to you?
the trees are white
and weighted down,
content to wear
their winter gown.
to sleep with no
warm lullaby.
to rest beneath
a colorless sky.
drifting snowflake,
cold and distant.
do you hear my prayer?
the trees reach down
to touch my face,
content to share
this peaceful place.
the snow lands soft
on my brown hair.
where i land,
i do not care.
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