Everyday I am reborn,
No one day like the other.

As I transform,
the zeitgeist,

A curtain,
of snowflakes

Each, fleeting and unpredictable
Out of control

Each form unreal
Each picture, drawn

As I wander,
along these passages

& halls, of my memories;
I stare at frozen images, in struck awe

Trembling fear,
Shameful sorrow,

Gentle protectiveness,
Shivering love,

And I draw the curtain,
with trambling hands.

On the window
of the kaleidscope.

and tweak the folds shut
and hide my quivering shadows from ur eyes.

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