Snowflakes

Golsa Shafa, 2T3 PB

The wind carries the snowflakes

against all the odds 

to above and beyond 

Yet I want to hold onto 

that one snowflake 

aiming for the ground 

to hold it against my palm

to save it from the fall 

to marvel at its intricacy 

for just a little while 

the wind carries the snowflakes 

floating in the air 

higher and higher above 

as if they dance with flair

Yet all I’m doing is holding on 

to a past that has already crashed 

like the snowflake 

that missed my palm and 

melted in a flash 

And now I hope for a blizzard 

that could wipe away the past