Angel’s tears, frozen,
drifting from heaven
in the form of a snowflake,
white out the sky
and the tallest of buildings
as they dance in the wind
criss crossing a beautiful pattern
to the snowy ground below
where I stand
trying desperately to catch
the one you sent for me
I reach out my pale hand
and wait for my gift from you
when it lands
I get one moment of peace
seeing you in the intricate etchings
and then it melts away,
like you,
gone forever from my grasp.
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