by ©2025 Samantha Syrnich
You came to me clothed in winter’s hush,
a ghost of grace,
all velvet and breath—
eyes soft as the pause before prayer,
heart quiet as fallen light on frost.
Each petal of you,
a whisper against the ache of the world—
white fur blooming where sorrow once lived,
a hymn made of warmth and patience.
I have seen angels,
but none walked so gently upon the earth
as you,
my snow-born bloom,
my silken sigh of solace and dawn.
When time forgets our names,
the wind will still carry yours—
Blossom of Snow,
the beauty that taught my soul to thaw.
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