If only

If only I could buy
I would have bought the winter snow
And stored it on my freezer.
When the loo of summer becomes too intense
I would have let it fall over me
Those gentle fluffs
Melting on my pristine white carpet
And tinge my skin
Soothing the burn
Of the summer sun.
But then everything I want
Is never on sale.
And even the air I breathe,
however free,
Is stale.
©srijaprasita