Pine Cone Lakes

A snow-coated forest,
Fall petal-like flakes,
I live for scents flowing
Over Pine Cone Lakes.

I heard fragile firs hurting –
We all make mistakes –
Some perish, mine open,
Like those endless snowflakes.

Ice-lava, my forearm,
A moon without lovers,
Forgetting to swallow,
A frozen lake covers.

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