At this moment

snow is falling,

coating spruce trees

in a down of crystals.

There shall be a time

when they fall with great age,

or are plucked from the earth

to make room for progress

and its silver cables.

There shall be a time

when the moon pulls off her mask

and becomes a droplet of blood-

the doom ruby, shining in the sky.

There shall be a time

when heaven spits upon the Earth,

and the creatures flee,

but Man is caught in the fire.

Until that time I will open my mouth,

let snowflakes fall in, an angel within each,

and taste my childhood.

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