A Single Snowflake
One among billions
Unique silver crystal
Floating
In a turquoise sky
Until,
Its journey ends,
Pierced upon
A green blade,
Where
It slowly melts
Depositing
A unique silver tear.
Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.
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| Footprints in Time | 1 | 01/10/2010 |
| A Lovely Day | 0 | 01/10/2010 |
| Kiss Away the Tears | 0 | 01/09/2010 |
| A Kind of Snowball | 0 | 01/09/2010 |
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| A Single Snowflake | 0 | 01/09/2010 |
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