The lonely snowman

Alone, alone I trot, aimlessly in the vast expanse,

the vast expanse of the snowy landscape, wishing,

wishing for someone, a friend, a companion, to look into,

to smile and talk, share a few philosophies, and ponder,

so here I am, building a fellow snowman, bit by bit,

and soon there it is, all ready to be my mate,

I hope.

We walk, we smile, we skate through the lush whiteness,

as if nature has layered the greens with a quilt of snow,

we ponder, and I feel less lonely, wishing, wanting,

things, to sail on and on, like this, forever,

but who knew?

Who knew that the sun had to rise, one fine day, and,

it's piercing rays, hot enough to melt us, melt us quicker,

quicker than I knew, than I expected, and I ran,

ran into that cool shed, to protect us, from disintegration,

but, alas, my friend, he was just short, short of reaching,

that shed, and then?

My friend melted, and turned into liquid, as the sun rays calmed down,

his anger subsiding, eventually, covered by layers of fluffy clouds,

and soon it was cold again, as I, half-melted, stared into the liquid,

that my friend had turned into, my face, reflecting in it, sad, dejected,

alone.

As snowstorms caressed my skin, as my eyes felt heavy with grief,

I saw the liquid, freezing back into ice, covered eventually by snow,

heaps of snow and I smile, amazed at nature's magical spectacle,

as I walk, walk to the nearest heap, and start to build my friend again,

the process of regeneration from disintegration.

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