When It Is Snowing

When it is snowing,

I see my thoughts.

They go round and round

together with snow-flakes

above the earth.

When it is snowing,

I hear voices

of my memories.

They invite me

into the days

of my youth... 

When it is snowing,

I sense my own fairy-tales.

They go near my house,

They want to find me,

and to help me.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2008

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