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by Kesshi Mashin


Snowflakes of the purest make,
Fall gently upon my smiling face,
As I lay upon the wintry mantle,
Secure within its cold embrace.

These barren lands of ivory snow,
Reflections of my heart and soul,
Are comforts cold in these dark times,
When I’m left alone with no sunshine.

The pain is slow to ebb away,
But still I smile for another day,
This mask I wear to hide my pain,
This mirthless joy I always feign,
Hoping that you would pass me by,
So I may grieve alone and die.

The world dies once with every frost,
A sheet of snow, and life is lost,
Leaving only death below,
With just snow left above for show.

Snowflakes of the purest make,
Fall gently upon my hidden face,
As I hide behind the wintry mantle,
Dead within its cold embrace.

 
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