The Snowflake

High above the winter blue sky

The air so crisp and fresh

Crunching snow sits below

Before me is my breath

The snow begins to fall again

And I open up my hands for you

Until you gently land

Your icy-ness stings my exposed skin

I sense your earth and your water

For you are here to teach me again

The uniqueness and fragility of life

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