In cold murderous weather
Snow falls around me. Softly, lightly.
Yet as I stare upwards
At a lifeless black sky
The snow seems to fall suicidally.
Slowly, soundless, like from another world.
Somewhat reminding me
Of how she went away with the angels, so...undpredictable, suprising.
Maybe she needed attention
And Death cattered to he macabre whim.
To quickly did he accpet her proposal
She had no time to reconsider.
The snow crunches under my feet,
Flakes destroyed by every step.
Just like her moment
Playing over and over in my head
Slowyly, soundless, like from another world.
Maybe the snow is tears from the angels, showing how truly sad she is.

August 19, 2003
 
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