Snow fell silently from the sky,
Blanketing all, piercing through the dark.
But it didn’t see our tears—oh why,
It fell quietly, fading like a spark.
Snow came down, indifferent, still,
And an angel descended from the sphere.
Bringing love with a soft, gentle thrill,
It landed on palms, like snow—then disappeared.
It melted away, leaving only a trace,
Love, warmed by the breath of despair.
Waking, you screamed, reaching to embrace,
But snow buried love in the cold, empty air.
This poem was born from the moment I saw how love and snow mirrored each other beneath the soft glow of streetlights.