Clouds release dust
like childhood sprinkling
sugar over the trees,
my heart burns in contrast
to the frozen specks
To go back, I would
to breathe again, I would
to forget, I would
But those things are gone now
just as childhood
though the memories will remain
pure and innocent
as I relive them
in the form of a mid-December storm
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