Light Snowflakes


Light snowflakes,
Caught in swirling passing wind,
Of a car,
Moves so far,
Pulled till it can float again,
Flutters down.

White snowflakes,
Caught in a updraft warming,
Now melting,
Now falling,
Coating the ones surrounding,
Heating grates.

Cold white ice,
Frosting coats and dirty hair
Half is hot,
Half is not,
In the frozen warmth they stare.
Without fight.

Wakeful sleep,
darkness and isolation
no seeing,
no being,
in hopeless situation;
weeping gone.

Gloom 99

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