by D.X. Liu
Snow sprinkles down,
Like a salt shaker in the sky,
Like a child adding more happiness to his meal,
As if the clouds were laughing out loud,
And the mirth just drifted down from heaven...
Snow is pure white joy,
Lightly descending;
The joy of falling down...
The joy of floating along...
Snow is a pause,
A hyphen --
As the world stops to turn around,
Filling up the gaps in empty spaces,
With perfect purity;
The moment,
When life stops rushing,
And just drifts...
Just snows.
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