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the first day of snow always means i miss you.

sometimes it feels like my heart controls the weather.

the ground looks like clouds.  does heaven look like winter?

maybe one day i'll find out when we can be together.  

for now i'll make snow angels and one can look like you.

and you can make cloud people and one can be your sister.

and if, at times, i feel your eyes look down upon me, brother, 

i promise i will strain my ears just in case you whisper.