Snow flakes
mate
with barren soil
leaving behind
worlds veiled
in icey
glow.
Born of the heavens
they dance
into the night
shimmering
like diamonds
young lovers
in flight.
The blanket
they weave
is cold
as stone
but the memories
they leave
guides lonely
hearts
home.
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