Snow White Feathers
My skin was cold,
From freshly fallen snow.
So pure,
A sparkling white that made the scenery glow.
Reminds me of a dove
One I’ve dreamt to know.
Snow danced,
The wind whistled.
As I stood there in thought.
I stood until my skin turned blue,
I stood until my teeth chattered.
But whenever I thought of her,
temperature ceased to matter.
I let out a breath,
One filled with forgotten words.
Words I could never say to the snow
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