Dress by Virgos Lounge
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As I watch the snowflakes fall in peace,
I see them turning into Mother Nature's ice cold sparkling fleece.
Silently, cold and finely wrought,
Imagining each snowflake as a thought.
I watch them as they're floating to the ground,
Sinking deeper in the snow, softly touching, getting drowned.
Returning to their origin of life, melting down forever caught,
Becoming one with all the other thoughts.
A huge mass of should and should have been,
Tangled, worried, undefined, unseen.
Never really touchable they are,
Melting away as you reach out your hand a hint too far.
Unconsciously they cover the world, not knowing the power that they hold.
Their virtue, once meaningfully used, could be the solution, sheer, pure gold.
So keep your thoughts always sorted and clean,
Observe their words, embrace their scenes.