This poem is dedicated to my extraordinary friend Ladylionhart for inspiring me with the idea in the first place and encouraging me to continue writing no matter what. If you like this then kindly take a look at my other Jelsa stories that you may or may not already know me for.
Between The Snowflakes
It was from grey clouds that they fell,
Flakes of snow as far as she could tell.
Silently, softly, and relentelessly at first,
And before her eyes they burst.
Into skies she reached that were blue,
For the white confetti that flew.
Upon her pale skin she would hold,
What was both beautiful and cold.
But so was she,
And cold she would always be.
But she wasn't alone;
For there was he who would not be known.
It was in the blizzard,
That he hid like a wizard.
And though he was missed by most,
And walked through like a ghost;
She was not so easily tricked,
For in her mind it clicked.
By her side he would stay,
And in her lips the smile would play.
As they watched the storm roll by,
With the wind it cried.
Out of the bosom of the air,
He caught two snowflakes with care.
And from their lips they flew,
Into the storm that brewed.
But she never once lost sight of either,
Even as they disappeared by the meter.
Because, as she had learned, no snowflake could be too similar.
No matter how familiar.
So long as you looked between,
What wasn't so easily seen.
From her shoulder he brushed a hair,
Revealing skin that was bare.
And whispered into her ear,
Something only she would ever hear;
And it was that if kisses were snowflakes,
He would send her a blizzard.
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-birdywings
