Snowflakes in the sky, in my hair, on my hands,
On a rink. They dance down, snuggle up
To each other and, stripped of choice, agglutinate.
Dashing blades maim their congenital six-fold symmetry.
Little kids make breakneck pirouettes;
Me, trying not to lick the ice.
A lamp post spotlights my clumsiness.
All of a sudden, there's a sign in the sky:
White and red and white flag.
I'll think of freedom and suffering,
Injustice and hope.
Will I think of hope?
I hope I will.
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Andrei Z.
Overthinker.
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I hope so, too
Always appreciate your tone/s and everything just full of feeling! ☺️ Hope you are going well and all that stuff Andrei Z!! 👍
Freedom is beautiful
I hope you will, too.
I love how this ends.
Fantastic!!! Love it!!!❤️
This took me right back to when I lived in Canada. I feel truly nostalgic. I loved this, Andrei. Thanks for taking me there.