The cold flakes hit my face
Reminding me of my lasting days
For just like the snow, I too am just a simple spec
Falling down a winding path
What will happen to that spec?
Will a dog jump up and grab a snack?
Or perhaps it will simply fall down a beaten path
Full of misery and nothing worth to retrospect
And yet the flakes continues down in a graceful dance
even as it descends,
Closer and closer to that all-consuming ground
Because even though all snow will fall
It’s a miracle that it was airborne at all.
Nov 6, 2020
Nov 6, 2020 at 1:54 PM UTC
The cold flakes hit my face
Reminding me of my lasting days
For just like the snow, I too am just a simple spec
Falling down a winding path
What will happen to that spec?
Will a dog jump up and grab a snack?
Or perhaps it will simply fall down a beaten path
Full of misery and nothing worth to retrospect
And yet the flakes continues down in a graceful dance
even as it descends,
Closer and closer to that all-consuming ground
Because even though all snow will fall
It’s a miracle that it was airborne at all.