there were four of us pointing at the night sky

snowflakes falling like white feathers


illuminated by the moon's gleam

we thought they were the tears of the stars

beacause only the proud moon could shine to our eyes

we were very young and we tried to blow the barrier

that were forming the clouds



our four breaths gathered by our fear

of never see the stars again

at midnight in a chill wind

slow motion of our bodies

in the snow sweet crackles under our feet

the heat of cold snow in our hands brought us joy

the snowballs were carrying our dreams



and in the morning the sky is rose

and the trees are statues of ice

a silence.. no singing birds

the white coat of snow purifies our souls

as it hides our fears and memories

and when the sun melts it away

we'll leave our dreams

and put our feet back on the muddy groud

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