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black snowballs are thrown after me
ripples of small waves permeatingthe atmosphere in the ocean of my emotions
positively white snowballs I throw at you
crashes of big waves enteringthe shore of silence in my thoughts
melting all those snowballs awaymelting my mind now
ultimately a black oily spot remainsrainbow colors reflectedby rising moon
desperately trying to collect mind dropscounting 1, 2, 3,… aloud as I carefully put them in a tiny blue bottlewith a cute yellow label
making a snowball to throwbut you are gonemy mind is gone
and now the fresh dark snow falls again