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The Little Snowflake

written by: Francesco Abate

@FrancescoAbate3

 

A little snowflake flies in the air
pulled up by the cold wind
of no-given kisses,
of no-taken caresses,
of unspoken words,
of unappreciated feelings;
you try to get that
white light of ice
but it’s too far and
your hopes aren’t so long.

Suddenly
a song breaks into the air
and a new coloured heat
surrounds your grey life.
Suddenly
the smiles of hundred faces
lift you up in the air
and your hand can take
the little snowflake that now
flies lightly inside your soul.

Francesco Abate

Francesco Abate

I'm a writer and a poet, I published in 2015 the Italian novel "Il Prezzo della Vita"
Francesco Abate

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