The air sparkled indicatively
Unbelievably glittering, foreshadowing what could be
With rays of sun shining strongly
For once contrasting the usual
Stark grey-scene
Those eyes struggle to see what
The shining sparkle actually tells
Wistfully hoping that a backward glance foretells
Only what can’t be evenly said
Falling softly, slowly, quietly, unusually warmly
Making no sense ever
The sparks fly easily
Fanning those who are scorched
So nicely and conveniently
Now I know
The winter snowing freezes everything over
Making warm things glitter
And how I do hope that once can help me
Not end up undecidedly bitter
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