Be blessed
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Flakes of snow, gliding down your back, as they melt.
Under you, my hushed brokenness held.
The heat, the rush, left the sky blushed.
The touch of your silky black hair,
Learning who I am?
What I can do?
When is the right time?
Where will I be?
Why I am here?
And how will I become that shining star
