Memory
Melting time drifts like snowflakes in mid-air, the
Escapades of a winter white and pure. Icy droplets
Make the best of changes in the temperature: an
Ornamental nature trapped within the amber of
Romantic aging. How my skin, wrinkled, still makes
You smile. Your crow's feet nestled beside eyes that remember.
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