1
It grows dark, and in the air
the white snowflakes
must still be descending,
but you can't see them as
the black trees merge
with the black air
behind your windows,
closing you in,
into the night.
2
Things exist
whether we see them
or not,
falling from the hidden
clouds in the black,
snowflakes
settle on the snow
in the abyss of the night,
as your light goes out.
23.01.2026
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