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SUMMER SNOW
august wind whirling around me
and cold snow caressing my bare shoulders
i look up to the sky
and sigh

the sun beats down brutally
the rays burning my pale flesh
i look down at the ground
and cry

the tears sting my eyes
and they freeze on my cheeks
i look ahead
to a path not there

the tears cling to my lashes
melting they roll off my chin
i look behind
to where i cannot return

so i'll just stay here
lost in a memory
of august wind and summer snow

and smile