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Friday, September 11, 2009
The beautiful snowflakes are plentiful. Such beauty does not deserve to drop to the ground, where footsteps shall be imprinted on them. If they belong to the sky, where they should rightfully float in freedom, then why do they still come to the ground as such?
Couples fill the street. The loving glances they cast at each other tells us something else, they may be thinking, "What did I do to deserve such a wonderful person?". Some still go ahead and hurt their most loved ones anyway, so in the end... yes, perhaps you don't really deserve such a wonderful companion. If this person does not belong to you, where would they find sanctuary in? Like snowflakes, they belong to the sky, but still find you upon the earth in the end. The ground isn't the happiest place for this tiny snowflake to be in, but it is the only place where an insignificant shard of precipitation can be appreciated, even if only for a while.
A frosty winter breeze blows lightly, and the snowflake's path is altered, and from then on, fate is rewritten with a heavy hand.
The giant foot crushes the snow and leaves it forever shattered, and even though new ones will take its place, the words to be put to paper will never be the same.
Spring arrives in all its glory, and the snow begins to melt, the pen I'm using spills its ink, and the words became all smeared.
Winter is the harshest of all seasons. Many would prefer the brilliant dandelions of Spring, delightful warmth of Summer, and the melancholic bare trees of Autumn.
But Winter is where I belong, and where I shall stay. As saddening as Autumn, but much colder than Summer. Not as flowery as Spring, but the presence of white snow enveloped upon everything is all that I ask for.
Couples fill the street. The loving glances they cast at each other tells us something else, they may be thinking, "What did I do to deserve such a wonderful person?". Some still go ahead and hurt their most loved ones anyway, so in the end... yes, perhaps you don't really deserve such a wonderful companion. If this person does not belong to you, where would they find sanctuary in? Like snowflakes, they belong to the sky, but still find you upon the earth in the end. The ground isn't the happiest place for this tiny snowflake to be in, but it is the only place where an insignificant shard of precipitation can be appreciated, even if only for a while.
A frosty winter breeze blows lightly, and the snowflake's path is altered, and from then on, fate is rewritten with a heavy hand.
The giant foot crushes the snow and leaves it forever shattered, and even though new ones will take its place, the words to be put to paper will never be the same.
Spring arrives in all its glory, and the snow begins to melt, the pen I'm using spills its ink, and the words became all smeared.
Winter is the harshest of all seasons. Many would prefer the brilliant dandelions of Spring, delightful warmth of Summer, and the melancholic bare trees of Autumn.
But Winter is where I belong, and where I shall stay. As saddening as Autumn, but much colder than Summer. Not as flowery as Spring, but the presence of white snow enveloped upon everything is all that I ask for.
