" The Song Of Snow"
I was wondering in dark night,
The crumbling falling flakes silly white,
Yonder in my sad lonely heart and say,
Pity your misery is what we call life,
I looked up and grapsed some in my hand,
Where The black of night and white of flakes stand,
The flakes fearing the warmth of my palm,
They urge me to let them off my hand,
I smile at them with tears in my eyes,
Yes!My misery indeed my life,
I am empty and hollow inside,
But I can amend the decisions I make,
Change the travails I take ,
I am not at the surroundings stake,
Yes I'm not a snow flake,
The flakes blush,capturing my sight,
As I leave them on the travail beside,
To let them melt with the sunrise,
And change the course of my misery they called life.
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