Sparse little snowflakes,
Descend gently on parched golden blades
Preparing the earth for the weight of wintry white
Though a blizzard of thoughts of you races through my mind
I’ll control this hasty dive
Toward your heart’s securest place
I know I don’t know you,
But my soul’s inner voice says I do
And like the steady rhythm of the softly dropping snow
I’ll patiently gather your smallest thoughts to truly know
I’ll float and fall with slowness
To let those feelings grow on you
And shed the cold with gold and violet tones
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