Frank Muisenga


Wonk Uoy Od Woh, Yrteop

At the bench, I sit and wait.
Prolonged, like a snowflake.
My watch shows a quarter to eight.
Shortly, I begin to ache.

No need to cry.
Unlike the snowflake falling to the ground,
It is not my time to die.
The snowflakes demise is inbound.

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