Snow

The snow fell like salt,

seasoning the world with the wishes made by those who still believe in wishes

I looked up at the tiny slice of sky visible from my chair

not knowing why or what my heart wanted to say

paralyzed by the indescribable

I anticipated the new to makes all things new

and not merely replace one misery for another

no wishes whispered,

but desires scribbled on a lined piece of paper

memorializing my grand gesture of hope

that good things come to those who fight for them.

The snow stopped falling

But I still felt ice cold in my prison of theories and calculated logic.

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