Unexpected Snow

Now, I fell,


Into the Ground

Spattered, beneath


White Mound


I see the crystals

Not that they melt

But, the way they

came--which is Felt.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

A contemplative attempt for depicting the ways relationships with people, and their subsequent impressions, had always occurred.  Based from the perspective tantamount to selectivity and fact-gathering methods. [1 of 2 batched at this series]

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