Snowflake Angels
Tiniest, purist angel
descending from Heaven.
You sit on my tongue.
I think i will call you
snowflake.
descending from Heaven.
You sit on my tongue.
I think i will call you
snowflake.
Snowflake Angels
Angela commented on Snowflake Angels
12-05-2008
In science one tries to tell people, in such a way as to be understood by everyone, something that no one ever knew before. But in poetry, it's the exact opposite.
Franz Kafka (1883-1924) Czech writer.
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