• Alex Antally

Snowflakes turning into blossoms

Can you see the blossoms

turning into snowflakes

after they've been touched

by the memory of you.

Breaking me into pieces-

I'm good at picking up

my broken heart,

I’ll heal it slowly

as the time slips

through my fingers

and the snow turns

into a memory of you and I.

Can you put an end to this winter?

Give me back that spring day of mine.

- Alex Antally 🌸

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