Running in circles. My job - my cell.
Flouncing, moaning, howling wolf.
The morning snow unexpectedly fell
Whitened inside me dark corners off.
Forgiveness laid down on my shoulders,
Fresh breeze fetched a sigh of flashback
Snow covered all wrinkles , all boulders.
Again , I straightened my back.
I woke up as snowflake on someone's eyelashes,
The world is so milky, so bright.
And how many more smiling faces , white splashes,
The Lord in this morning did lite?
I woke up as snowflake on someone s eyelashes
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