The snowflake and i
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Outside the snowflakes play in a bouncy careless way They are neither here nor there, or are real, can I compare Them to a feather, I think not or myself sitting alone as I watch it drift thoughtlessly, -destination, not yet known But that’s the difference were the same, the snowflakes and myself; we belong to different worlds, different planets, the same house. And the panes begin to shroud at the games the snow that shares, because it likes to punish me, rub it in, slowly tears. My life up just a little more and makes the shouting much more loud, I recognise the bars as levers, so I can drown the anger out. And pretend the snow and I, me myself and the snow, are standing side by side being blown where flowers grow. And as we soar up high, the sky, with wings of gold and love Were took just where the wind doth blow and heaven is above I'm watching me the angel, with my heart sown on my sleeve. I don't know where it came from and I hope it never leaves I pray the stitches never break, but hold some hope within. That one day on a miracle an angel will break in. So me and the snowflakes will gently play beneath the winter sky Our friend the wind will toss our paths, where freedom comes to lie.
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