Poezja

The snow falls softly,
Curling with the wind,
Sticking to my hair and coat.
But they’ll be melted soon.
They twist and turn,
Frolic and twirl,
Reminding me,
Of little girls.
I look around,
There's no one here.
I can’t help it, I join in!
I put my arms out,
flip my face towards the sky,
then I twirl and spin
Faster and faster!
There are snowflakes on my eye lashes,
nose, and I even caught several in my mouth!
Then, I see you.
I freeze.
No,
Pause.
I don’t care anymore!
I’m happy,
And I am not letting you,
Or anyone else,
Get in the way again.
I’m Free.