Snow

I spread my fingers, held my hand up high,

As countless snowflakes floated coldly by,

Just like you did, without a last goodbye

And in that silence, I was left to cry.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2025

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Dietrich Avatar
January 19, 2025 at 11:46 PM
Oh I love this one. Big congrats on the win. A fave
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