As the snow melts away,

My soul melts too;


Coming for recognition

In a moment, a portrait of purity,

Never fulfilling fate


But cherishing the same reality

Fading and decaying.


What once was angelic

Now only falters further

From the divine origins

In feverish speculation


Of truth.


The truth is glued to us

From the very beginning

Of creation.


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J9thxciv's picture

I always admire how you take

I always admire how you take a glimpse of actual movement---snowmelt, which, though often not noticed, is very dynamic---and transform it to an expression of metaphoric or metaphysical observation.  This is real poetic art.


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To be read in Elvis' famous

To be read in Elvis' famous voice:

"Thank you thank you very much."