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Infinite Snowflakes

August 27, 2015


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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