Thursday, 3 January 2013

Like Snow

I feel like untouched snow
that lay in piles, beside the road.
So white,
so pure,
so beautiful, that you are afraid
to come close,
to touch,
to feel. So you remain far, admiring,
and I remain untouched, unfeeling,
lonely.

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