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.
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