Falling fractals plummet from the sky
Within each white flake just a memory,
Snow that shines brightly as each blue eye
As both raindrop and composure cease to be;
Each breath I take a gaseous cloud
That morphs shape to suit surrounding,
Each note of your voice beautiful; soft or loud
As the icy conditions keep the heart pounding;
The winds howl around me, slowing me down
When I spot the mirage in the snowstorm,
I press further on so as not to drown
As the bright gold of your hair keeps me warm;
Then the snow melts away and out comes the sun
When you smile at me and I am no longer stunned.
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