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Jul 2021
snowflakes fall
little by little,
this town becomes
whiter and whiter.

people rush to home
with longing,
people stay at home
to keep warm.

leaving an empty street
with snow,
carrying love back home
but never the snow.

like my heart
the empty street is,
like my soul
the snow is.
Anna Alycia
Written by
Anna Alycia  19/F/somewhere on earth
(19/F/somewhere on earth)   
656
   Benzene
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