The gentle blowing snowy wind
Tickles my lonely face
Cold but comforting
The flakes grip my skin
Holding on to me to melt
Because the flurries know
They are safe with me
Safe from the salt of earth
From the steps of man
And the carelessness
I welcome the refugees
Appreciate what they recognize
And try to find solidarity
The beauty of snowfalls
Each flake representing someone
When they melt, they die
But as they fall, they live
When my flake meets me
It falls onto a single tear
That is traveling down my chin
Dying before it is dead
But living through tears
Giving a different perception
Because the tear I cry
Is a tear for you
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