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Snow falls gently on the hardened Earth.
So cold yet elegant, that blanket of immaculate white -
Floating just above, barely touching -
Drifting like the delicate blanket of a protective lover
Across the skin of one so wounded
Discovered hardly breathing; scarcely aware.
Slowly, ever so slightly, she raises her stare.
The diamond flakes falling all around her.
She sees them falling, falling, falling…
Like diamonds, like rain, like tears.
Unable yet to focus on just one,
She fixates on the constant onslaught of the weeping white sky
Fluffy white tears carried on the breeze,
Advancing from every current
All around her.
It takes a moment to realize
They’re falling on her.
He touches her arm so gently…
That touch takes form then suddenly turns to water
And runs into the hardened earth
Thirsty for his rain.
The snow keeps falling – the powder, the diamonds, the tears,
Her deep deep hunger
His velvet touch
If she could only feel it -
Maybe she would forget the pain.
She prays for the snow to keep falling,
She feels his breath,
She lives to feel when he touches her,
And that he doesn’t give up –
For if she can feel it just once,
The spell would be broken
She would be set free
She could touch him
And he would know in an instant
That there was still warmth left in her
So thirsty for his rain