My world is a snow globe;
my life, the snowflakes,
shaken up violently
the pieces fall around my feet.
And watching the virgin white crystals
I cannot help but wonder:
where did it all go?
It seems to me
that all my childhood
and naive innocence
was blown out like
a tiny pink birthday candle.
And I've been thinking lately.
But what if my dream came true?
You with me, and mw with you.
Could it be possible
or somehow conceivable
that the meagerness of my being
is shed when you touch me?
Now you're inside the snow globe;
let the pieces fall
and gather around our feet.

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