so vivacious as a dance and as pure as snow...sight of snow makes happiness, the purity in it...
felt the same when i started noticing the purity of that stranger...
just wondering, how a total stranger can be so dear in just very few days.
my soul became happy as if i was watching a vibrant, vivacious dance...
so foolish of me to think that i can keep the snow for ever, as a precious gift...
and thinking good times will last for ever...
like a child, i'm perplexed, when that precious gift is starting to evade...
with a heavy heart, i'll wait, hoping we'll meet again...
all alone watching an empty dance floor...
hoping that my soul will be delighted again, to see the colors...
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