Sky's feathers
shedding on earth's
burned umber skin
in a drifting dance spelling
away from the winds,
with penetrating kisses
slowing down earth's temper,
cooling in between its layers,
touching gently its crisp
unfreezing its heart,
bringing back on earth
the sublime.
Snowflakes
Make the earth feel loved by the sky
That's why,
I believe in snowflakes,
Even if you would say,
anyway, they melt.
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