Ducklings

we mingled like ducklings on a frozen lake
hiding heads under each other's wings
trying to escape the winter desperately.
and the snow painted a poem in your hair
my mouth turned cold like that of a fish.
the lake became our home.
but we never touched each other's beauty
all we could see was the beauty of us.
when individuality wants to take over
and a duckling needs to turn into a swan
it's the time of spring hungering for a victory.
you turned around like a little hurricane in my hands
I lost you
I lost you
I lost you
I fly