Snowflake February 14, 2005 |
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Hello, snowflake, Winter’s seed in the palm of my hand. Beautiful, unique like the millions of others in the late-afternoon glow, You fell As my outstretched hand Rose. I saw your sharp lines, Constellations of crystal, Intersections of surface— A song in geometry, sparkling I watched you for seconds (or ages) until You melted right under my gaze, undone by the warmth that Rescued you from anonymous air And unto curious eyes. |
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