by June 25, 2015 0 comments

I look through the softly falling snowflakes
All I see is white cloudy blur

I try to see through it
But, it’s all the same,
White cloudy blur

The snowflakes with the growing falling speed
Begin to look gray
As they mix with the modern city living

But, all that I try to see
Looks pure anyhow…

– Sylwia Borkowska

editors note:

Opacity begs acceptance at face value. Try to see through… – mh clay

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