I am my own people
as always will be
like the snow falling
minding it’s distinct business
the childlike’s soul only
deeply is touched by it’s magic
a fiery kiss of mine
whispers affection
revealing me seeing your beauty
even if hidden yourself
and nor will the wine, the red light
transform truth into illusion
I love the snow
and so
will I be like the snow:
innocent
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