Motay Bujokas - Snow

I watch the snow softly flutter onto the bleach white hills
covered in thousands of different snowflakes.
Do I go outside and catch them with my tongue
or stay in front of the bright red and orange fire?
So many options in life that you never know if you’ve chosen the right one for you
the person you will always be.

Motay Bujokas

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