SNOWFLAKES IN MY HEART

My poor heart, don’t shiver alone
Don’t think I’ll stay in harsh winters
My hands are blue from the snow’s cold
Come, hold my hands in your palms

Snow falls not on my skin, but deep in my heart
Winter’s storm has fallen on my heart in your absence
Like a shy sparrow perched on a fragile twig
My fears grow, I shrink—like a single snowflake big

I packed my wooden suitcase
Not with clothes, but with sorrows
Tears have gathered deep—cry on, my eyes
No stopping now, cling to hope and move on

I have no complaints against others, only myself
I came, I go, I was a guest
I looked out the window to the world, close the curtains
Close the letters so they won’t remain orphans

I’m lost, no one knows where I am, I’m on the road
No compass, no address to reach
Who is mine, who stayed with my cold heart?
I am Alibaba, I served no master—come, you who dwell in my heart