One Hundred Years

by the-bird-flies

She lived longer than any of them, she carried their memories. And that was the hardest mission of all. Sakura-centric, from 1 to 100.

21. 95: Snow

Ninety-Five

It snowed
Outside her window,
A light dusting of glistening
White powder,
The stuff of fantasy.

It snowed
Outside her door,
A thick layer of shimmering
Magic,
The things of dreams.

It snowed
Outside her walls,
A suffocating blizzard
Of glaring ivory,
The storm of nightmares.

It thawed
Outside her city,
Leaving cold and
Fear behind,
the points of memories.

It snowed
Outside her window,
A light dusting of glistening
White powder,
The stuff of fantasy.