hidoko

It is white.
All around.
The snowflakes,
like icing, of the past

Remember.
The icing on the cake
for the birthday girl
and your smile.

Frozen tears
Lying amidst snowflakes.
Walking in the frozen dream
Vicious cicle, going on and on...

Music is my life,
As life should be
remember... How you used to tell me to be strong?
So long ago...

Now, the deep breath I take tells me
I am still alive
And the white breaths I take
Of dreams
tell me I'm dead.

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