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Snowfall
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Unpublished pieces
Snow falls on the balcony.
Relentlessly.
Vicariously.
It indicates a passion that
nobody wants to embrace.
A distance that is
too far to travel.
I go there.
Looking.
Seeking.
Wanting to know why the snow
is not as white
as it used to be.
I don't speak the language
of winter snow.
I don't understand the symbolism
of changing seasons.
I can't be what I am not.
I can't seek what I do not
want to find.
If I lay flat on the balcony,
will the snow completely cover me?
Snowfall
I like this poem very much...Leaves me thinking....Why is the snow not as white as it used to be? why?
I can't seek what I do not want to find? why? nice work.....