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Maya

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Infinite Snowflakes

August 27, 2015

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They fall from the sky,
Every last one of them.
They fall into my outstretched fingers.
Gentle, yet swift.
Silent, yet deadly.
It’s nothing much.
Only a thin frost covers the ground,
Yet somehow this blinding white storm
Drowns me
In its flurry.
My hand is full now.
Coated in ice.
Such a thin layer.
So many snowflakes.
They burn hotter than fire.
They burn colder than the stars.
My hand, if you remember, is coated in freezing water.
The snow has melted.
I hold out my palms again.
I let the sky fall on them.
As I stand in this cloud
Of infinite snowflakes.

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