Snow

the wind blows like it hasn't blown before
a familiar sadness to be felt like a blanket on the shoulder,
million needles poking on my skin
leaving numbness on the sharp edges of my body; of my figurin
a white and snowy mist, swiping on the concrete floor
coming by just like a breeze
memories long gone and forgotten, unfreeze; all childhood dreams
foggy is the distance
such a beauty to fly by
to get missed, be unseen
covered up by realities dark shadow night
the pure is now fainting once more
to retreade to the memory of a sleeping child