Snowflakes dance like butterflies

and tiny tears of joy and sorrow fill my eyes

 

Snowflakes turn to water as they touch the ground

so come down but better not

arrive

 

I find comfort in sorrow

I find pleasure in joy

and i find it so hard

to pick one of the two

 

It‘s getting dark in the afternooon

I use electric light all day in my room

it casts my shadows on the wall

and makes me sit in plato‘s cave

 

© clara luzia