thoughts

The first snow

The first snow is
so white, pure, unadulterated
It’s light.
But it doesn’t last for long.
soon
it’s gone.

The second snow comes
harder, longer
not the same.
It’s here to stay.

But winter dies too
It’s the death and yet it dies
too

The snow melts.
Nothing left but muddy ground
Damp and ready for more tears
The earth will dry up again
And it happens more for years.

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