i’ve never seen snow fall

but

i imagine

it doesn’t descend gracefully

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line.

the wind would not allow it.

the wind coaxes screams urges

the flakes to take the sky less taken by;

assigning each a role that leads them

to a happy an unhappy an ending.

so, then, even when

the sun shines out again,

the wind will not weep over

the lost souls on the drying wet ground

it need only sigh

and sigh

and sigh