my longing gaze

out the speck of light

in this vacuum



a blanket of despair

draped snugly

on their shoulders


stare back

as the white dust flutters down

in an endless storm

cherry blossoms will bloom

at the end of the raging snowstorm

but for now

the endless winter

stares back at me

with its shadowy face

taunting me

and the small speck of light

begins to fade

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