The Last Breath of the Snow Blossoms

By Lee Sharon

Walk on the white snow, 

as I saw a snow,

that was falling down,

thinking that it was just snow,

but I took a closer look,

I then look up,

and smile,

and it was blossoms,

snow blossoms,

I see,

that was drifted,

by the breeze,

of the cold wind,

slowly floating down,

down and down,

finally,

it settles on the so pure white snow,

I smile again with a tear that falls,

from my eye,

my face turn blue,

as I had my last breath,

I close my eyes

falling onto the white snow,

happy,

just happy that I could see this moment,

for a blossom that was held in my gentle hand.