The snowy bizarre, too luring flukes,
Snowy dust, though white
but tempting as a diamond.
That moment, if a wish was to be granted,
Seeing my lone footprints behind me
and my stevens echoing through.
The blowing wind carrying back my inner voices, too heavy,
and so the chills striking my cheeks,
foreseeing them a tint of love!
Those flakes fall ,
thus make you fall for them.
O' teach me how I should fathom my love,
my desires that are undesirable for some!
©ssj
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