1.
In the morning frost
Footprints melt like dreams
Erased by the dawn
2.
We are the snowflakes
The bliss of mortality
Melting on warm tongues
3.
Said moth to himself
as the white light grew brighter
How fragile we are
4.
Owl called to Moon
night wind rustled the branches
Moon made no reply
5.
When the storm has passed
I stand barefooted and wet
Smiling at gray skies
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