Snowy field of untouched space,
A white reflection glistens like stars.
My footsteps crush this mystical glass,
Shattering beneath such gentle matter.
There is too much to see with the naked eye,
Too much to feel with this pure heart.
Is it enough to know that more exists?
Each flake of snow represents
One tear, one joy, one birth, one death—
All of life amidst it all.
A field of white,
Vastness of the landscape.
February 2023
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