you brandish most beautiful eyes at me
as our paths cross
in the city.
a blue as pure as the winter sky
makes me think that
to see you cry
would plunge my heart into
a roaring blizzard.
yet I can imagine the light
of the sun
shimmer upon a single
tear.
I could bear the thought of
seeing you weep with joy,
as the first dew of
blissful spring runs down your
snow-pale face.
and in a second you pass me by.
and you are gone like
a snowflake in the wind.
Jan 11, 2024
Jan 11, 2024 at 5:17 PM UTC
you brandish most beautiful eyes at me
as our paths cross
in the city.
a blue as pure as the winter sky
makes me think that
to see you cry
would plunge my heart into
a roaring blizzard.
yet I can imagine the light
of the sun
shimmer upon a single
tear.
I could bear the thought of
seeing you weep with joy,
as the first dew of
blissful spring runs down your
snow-pale face.
and in a second you pass me by.
and you are gone like
a snowflake in the wind.
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