I fall

 

Snowy layers beneath our cold feet,

 

Warm lights strung above in a line--

 

When our eyes first meet,

 

Your warm hand touches mine,

              

Icy lips, dry from winter air…

 

I

fall                

                      Flakes,

                              pour from the

                                              dark sky.

 

 

Together we bear the cold,

                      The sweetness in your sound.

 

                      Stuck in wonderland.

 

Where our eyes first meet. 

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

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