they journey together,
on the breaths of winter
blinking under streetlights, in twilight
intricate, in their remarkable essence
it’s impossible to tell them apart, as
no two are alike
you watch them dance their last dance
part of nature’s charm, before
final chapters are written,
all that’s left is a snowy quilt
reminding of life’s brevity
fragile, like cottony seeds of
dandelions in spring
***
incidental passengers,
on their way
to the unknown
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