You are a snowflake

nestled in the embrace

of spring’s warmth.



As I try to touch you

a smile you give

which stops not

the melting of your face.



And say I “God Speed”

in whisper through the wind

hoping to reach

your warming heart.

--
Fly on Little Wing

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