It is dark, the sky before snow falls I ask, "What does a snowflake taste?" Sorrow answers, "Sweeter than my tears" Happiness replies, "Lighter than my footprints." Desire thinks, “Maybe, Love takes this shape, but I will wait and see." . . . You smile, "Taste it for yourself. No one . . . no one . . . can answer for you.” Snow keeps falling & falls into some white dream :2007 |