January 14, 2008
I used to marvel
in the first snow and
the way the flakes melted
on my tongue.
You know how this is:
Time passes, and
you grow up.
Simple pleasures are no longer enough
for sophisticated tastes.
The snowflakes are just water,
and you forget what it was like
to be young and in love.

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