I's December.

These flakes of snow, falling around. . .
This is all my life.
I can see
There's sky above,
White.
Showering.
It is me.
(I owe everything to others)
These are the flakes of mine
Falling Down.
It's mine
My day, my night, my life.
I'm passing away
Away from my time
Away from my self
Away from my snow
Everything's changing,
... I'm melting.

I don't really know how to

I don't really know how to describe the feelings the poem gave me. It...flows and whispers and sighs and...talks. Can you get me?
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Carve your life with passion. ---Aflame

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