Like snow falling
white, resplendent
bright enough to blind
and as I place
a muddied footprint
within its folds
I am washing away my filth
something beyond me
something I can not compose
has brought me
thus far
here today…
cleansed,
washed clean
so that I reflect
not the crimson
but the fallen white
refrains of purity.
I am whole again.
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