Snow

You know

After a while

Your failures become as fine as snow

You see them gently drifting down

Wherever you go

When people ask me if I’m well

In that inane Cypriot way

I try my best to overdo it

Saying “Yeah! I’m great! Perfect! ”

And wondering whether they’ll fall for it

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