White, they are, falling from the sky
Not cold, not hot, just look warm
Solid, simply stays on the street.
Tiny bit by bit it falls, just as a hand of seconds doesn’t know when to sleep.
Truth is, it is salty. Ignore it and let it sit,
It will be bone-crushing heavy.
But sweat and tear will melt it away.
Where do sweat and tear come from?
7.1.2019
Ralph with Coffee 