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Dreaming of Snowflakes

I fell in love with winter hues—or so I thought.

By Jillian SpiridonPublished 5 years ago 1 min read
Dreaming of Snowflakes
Photo by Joe Yates on Unsplash

winter kisses rained down in small tufts,

brushing my nose and cheeks and eyes,

till I was dizzy with the touch of cold,

the meaning of loneliness burrowing deep.

wanting was another kind of struggle,

born of too many nights rung by myself,

till I was spun round and round with unease

that made me feel like the queen of solitude.

your piercing gaze hung behind my closed lids

as I thought of days long past, time without you,

till my heart beat in slow flutters of betrayal

that said I missed you far more than I should have.

small stirs of flurries outside tell an age-old tale

of this woman who took to her house for the season

till she was crying herself to sleep each night

because the snowflakes were far too chilly after all.

By Damian McCoig on Unsplash

heartbreak

About the Creator

Jillian Spiridon

just another writer with too many cats

twitter: @jillianspiridon

to further support my creative endeavors: https://ko-fi.com/jillianspiridon

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