You swirl around,
as you make your way
to the ground
Never come back as same one
But together you become one,
as you gently cover the land
Light up the entire field,
the entire hill,
the whole forest and
freeze the entire ocean
Even the trees try catch you to stay,
they don't want to be left astray
Your beauty is unique,
but it's not only your physique

You choose where you fall
Then some would never witness your sight,
but in the depths of their mind they just might

You are the inspiration for our dreams,
This creation of nature,
so perfect with all its imperfections
The nutrition for our hopes

You bring warmth in the midst of cold,
So soft, yet so bold
So tiny, yet together so huge

You are Snowflake.

Cold tongue, pierces like a knife through

Cold hands, blood on them too

Cold heart, no limits to ones evil acts

But if only you had a cold mind too,
maybe you wouldn't be the master in your twisted game of two

Many would have been saved from you..

He asked me the question that
I've avoided asking myself
Fearful of my emotions,
so I steer my thoughts elsewhere
Diverted myself towards a different road for so long

But there it was in the stillness of night,
where all the distractions had faded away,
that specific moment where the only thing that exists in you is sincerity
In that serene moment the question became inevitable
So comes in; A memory,
a distant feeling that feels so familiar
So the windows open and let out only a drop amongst the billions and more
that had been shed inside silently,
every time the question was avoided
Dreadful of this sadness,
I so desperately tried and tried to numb
All this time, thinking I had to sacrifice my
one only true passion in life

He catches the drop and smiles;
"but you see, you are the master of your own freedom"
It was in that and there;
The memory sparked
and was uncovered from its
tight dusty bandages
The only person or thing to have ever truly stood in my way is I and only me.

So in my tearful epiphany, I finally answer:
Unfulfilled potential

She represented freedom
With her humble clothes
her burning red hair,
have i ever witnessed something so pure

She smiled with her eyes closed
as she danced just for herself
She was not dependent on the crowd's applauses
She only moved for the heart's desire and love of the folk music
She had captured gazes,
without a single look.
The witness of her radiance gave hope,
but she was oblivious to her affect on the people

As with every valiant step she took,
her subtle curls were tenderly
shown affection by
the cool breeze of the night
She had known the woods better than anyone in the town
As if she had not walked alone,
which only made her light radiate ever so bright.
She wore mud as her shoes
and used the howling voices
of dusk as her armor

It makes you question;
if the moon was created just for her eyes,
they seemed to get brighter
and shiny every la lluna plena.