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Watching the Snow Go By

A poem about lost and precious things

By Lorelei RussellPublished about a year ago 1 min read
Watching the Snow Go By
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Watching the snow go by,

Each flake a lost moment in the abyss of the new normal,

Some of them wet as tears,

Some of them fluffy as warm memories,

The sky full of them, and bright as the fading light

of broken possibilities.

Reach for them, and they will linger in your hands

no longer than hope.

Reach for them, and commit yourself

to an eternity of reaching

for what can never be recaptured.

Let them be, and see them land upon your skin,

whole and warm but for a fleeting moment,

before they melt away, as wet as tears.

Smile, as they caress your lashes,

and remind you of a simpler time,

when you knew only how to feel the snow,

and not to watch the snow go by.

sad poetry

About the Creator

Lorelei Russell

I'm a writer, artist, and historian, living in the United Kingdom. I particularly favour the fantasy and magical realism genres, but enjoy the challenge of exploring other writing styles.

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