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Snow Storm


It’s dark

The dark that usually comes before a morning snow

The white powder that lights things up

And yet darkened them at the same time

So majestic, so cold

Its beauty invites you out

But out there

It’s icy and harsh

If you’re not prepared

You won’t make it very long

 

I can’t feel the cold

Not anymore

I use to shiver

And you would keep me warm

When I would shiver you keep me safe

When you walked away you took your heat

I felt so cold, and numb, and alone

 

As snowflakes fall

It hypnotize the world

We all stop to watch

Watch them fall

Sometimes slow, sometimes fast

But we all know their destination

Down on the ground

We may move them; try to pick them up again

But they will keep falling

And eventually fade away

 

I am fading

Soon I won’t be here

What will I have to show for it?

Only the cold people I left behind

For those who were smart enough to get away

They did not get cold; they did not watch me fall

They walked away when the sky got dark

They knew what was coming

 

The storm

The swirly, windy, blast of bitter air

Blowing up in a frenzy

Each flake cuts a path

But each path is random

The damage left behind is permanent

It can’t be fixed

It can’t be healed

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