Snow Child's Flame

<<>> He was born in a house with no light. Counting stars just

to feel alive. Mama said keep your eyes on the dawn. But he learned

how to dance in the storm. Snow on the glass, heart in his

chest. He wore silence like a bulletproof vest. Dreams too big

for the town he knew. So he painted wings on his worn-out shoes.

They laughed when he prayed to the sky. Said angels don't live where we

cry. But he built his wings from paper and pain. And flew through

the fire again. Snow child, run where the sirens sleep. Sing your truth