Snow kisses
On my eyelashes,
Blinding me in pure love.
Cold air nips
Open, bare skin.
Covered in a cloak
Of love and hatred.
It warms my
Cold heart
And I realize
Maybe it's not so tart.
Blue skies
Are admired by
Open eyes.
Hands become tied
As you wave your
Final goodbye.
Snow kisses
My tears.
It soaks up the
Salty, warm drops.
At least
Snow will
Eventually come back.
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Yellow Means Happy • Poetry
Poetry"And like a small sunflower, You will bloom and rise. You will shine brighter than all stars, And be as happy as you can be." 💛 Uplifting, motivating and happy poetry 💛
