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It snows again
I can still hear it, like yesterday
Your reminders,
Your gentle whispers.
Snow reflects more and more,
off the streetlamps, off the moon,
off the melted flakes in my eyes
The light, so bright, I can’t see anymore.
For time has passed,
For much have forgotten
Is there a way,
To make a promise last?
Can you see it?
The new snow,
The reddened nose
The familiar coat.
I have once prayed
To the first snow of the winter
To bring my hopes
Too far.
But as well prayed
That the remembered
On the other side, would not hear
those broken wishes.