Midnight Stroll

Winter park at night

Midnight stroll for pretty snowflakes

that sparkle and fall

and melt on outstretched tongue

like a mint.



is beautiful

because it means


into me.


I am a maniac

high from snowflake,

laughing as

the dusty white

paint the world colorless.


Two lovers without coats,

stare at the sky in awe,

A man hunched from his book bag

looks down, smoking and sighing.


The world is a strange place,

Sometimes white can make you

dance, giggly, freakish,

other times it makes you cold


unable to

let go.



❤   Some thoughts about snow



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