Love Dust

Love Dust

Written December 6, 2019

Isn’t the snow pretty?
She turns to me, lips point
Up like a shallow bowl
Yes

What is snow?
The sky doesn’t want to shed tears
So it sheds stars instead

Trees shudder with
Frosting and gumdrops

The dust of melancholy and palpable
Love

Love Dust © Safira Schiowitz

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