Snowfall
Dancers twirling
Before
Landing
A suicidal jump from the clouds.
A ballet of final flight,
Dancing like there's no tomorrow.
White roses land at their feet,
Whistling wind salutes their final bow.
But no one witnesses their final fervor,
Desperate for one last pirouette.
Then accepting the curtains calling,
One last sweep of the arms, one final bow
Of snowflakes falling.
A gentle glory before
Warm earth dissolves the white of snow.
Nothing to memorialize their final dance,
Nothing but wet sidewalks
and water escaping down the drain.
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