snow day


i recall age 8

nostalgia emerges in a way

as i observe the unique flakes

landing swimmingly into place

i will always seek out whimsicality

even if some parts unfold tragically

alike to the frozen patterns, i dance magically

and acknowledge sweet nothings in my reality

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