White powdery flakes drift through the air
Aimlessly wandering like a lost soul
They go where the wind takes them
As if on an evening stroll
From the warmth of his covers
With beady little eyes, he watched it float
Beautiful n mesmerizing was their creation
O’ how the heavens must gloat
Getting up from the bed he got near the window
And placed his hands on the glass
The view outside was breathtaking
Only if his illness would pass
Longingly looking at the white snow
He retreated to his bed
When can I go out and play?
Was all his heart ever said
A little bird knocked on the glass
Beckoning him out, it flew away
And the child’s eyes twinkled
He cried, “No, don’t go, please stay”
Mustering some courage
The little one finally stepped out
Powdery flakes showered him
With love and warmth
A smile appeared on his lonely face
As the bird watched him from afar
The snow was his friend
The bird his shooting star
The ache within his heart dulled a little
And he took a deep breath
The snowflakes hugged him
Now, he could embrace death
…now that you’re here
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