Saturday, December 20, 2008

The Snowflake

The Snowflake

The little snowflake felt unique

In every, single way

And did not really want to drop

Into the light filled day.

She hovered, waiting in the clouds,

For just that perfect time,

When everything combined to make

Her destiny sublime.

Then in a flurry of her friends,

She drifted down to Earth.

And turned to slush beneath our feet;

An inauspicious birth.


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