I stare out the window at the delicate, untouched powder
That sleeps softly
Snoring peacefully as it’s friends join it in the plaza’s parking lot
The small crunches the tires on my parent’s car make when they plow over them
Like tiny screams waiting to be forgiven
So I imagine, a small world,
So small that nobody
(Except myself)
Can see
Where children play peek-a-boo
And teenagers babysit.
But, in this world, the mothers fear for their young
Because the bad, big car comes,
And every little boy
And girl
In the road is killed.
But
In the snowfall village,
Everyone is kind
There is no need for a prison
Because, as the fathers gossip
And the mothers fix the mini snow cars
And as the small children play peek-a-boo
And as the teenagers babysit.
Everything is as peaceful
As the small, graceful tear that falls slowly from my cheek
As I wish
As I wish
That I could live in snowfall village
Autobiography
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This is really beautiful. It really has a lot of emotion and meaning. I love it.