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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