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Crystals like dandelions,

Icy ones like scintillating diamonds,

Your million rosy kisses, peck me on the face.

I look up and they wet my lashes, tasting too

Fresh newborn ones, stellar dendrites.

You drop and melt, white on white,

Till I can walk on crisp landscapes,

And soon you are all over like glitterati.

I will not prejudice and classify,

You are one of me,

Shower like a blizzard and become one.

 I turn to see my footsteps but you dwindle them.

This white scent is filling my nostrils,

Overwhelming me!