Jonas
In the snow the long lost child
A blink at once bold dreams now mild.
Fading flickers struggling to survive
To capture, stoke and keep alive.
Mighty enough to close the local bars
The tiny frozen falling stars
Create a magic carpet ride
I might take off or stay beneath to hide.
Or angel feathers blanketing the world
A time-machine of sorts unfurled.
Woven into the downy dust
Only in this crystalline god I trust
Like leavened manna from above
The stinging crumbs of long lost love
And hope yet in these dwindling years
Descends in nature's lacy tears.
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