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The
Snowflake
I
stood, gazing up to heavens - grey
I saw, thick white drifting .. down
Dazzling in my eyes
And forming into tiny fluff
.. it fell.
Focusing
on one most delicate
I watched, the small sphere dancing
down in harmonious curves on the jostling wind
...such a fine substance.
In
panic probing the air
In vain I tried to grasp
This beauty floating past
Caught, it would not last
The tender warmth of these,
...my trembling hands.
Always
perfect in its crystal shapes
The wondrous blue did melt
To those uncertain drops
That smeared into my palms and
... just dripped down.
Or
still in the terror of its fall
It inevitably hit the ground
Crashed without a sound
There, as hard as I did poke about
I failed to spot the dying soft
...in the sadly melting masses-dirt.
Again
I stand in snow and try to grasp
A million minute flakes are mingling fast
Yet all I get is wet and cold
Until I am dying, until I am old
Still dreaming with those illusions
Living in a world without conclusions.
© Harley
Harley
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