Midnight stroll for pretty snowflakes

that sparkle and fall

and melt on outstretched tongue

like a mint.

 

Disintegration

is beautiful

because it means

Integration

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

frozen,

unable to

let go.

 

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❤   Some thoughts about snow