snow Arlo Merchant
the snow fell, all around me. each snowflake a knife. i smiled ever so slightly.
as snow fell, all around me, i noticed even after all this time, the snow looked the same.
the snow stopped, not abruptly,
but slowly. with time, the snow melted
but suddenly, the snow returned, each snowflake felt like a knife. a tear ran down my cheek.
i no longer craved the pain.
but i missed the snow. even though snow was temporary it was pretty for a while. Running | Anabelle Kreitzman | Photography
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