Gentle flakes of snow, that fall like tears.

Sparkles iridescent in a full moon light.

Oh how it sparkles, shines out with no thought of pride.

Delighting in the being, its purpose unclear.

Floating like a thought, no weight at all.

Take the time to see the shapes carved in ice.

Patterns so intricate of spiders webs

Imperceptible changes in colour that fades into nothing.

A touch so soft as is caresses skin like a kiss.

Alone, sweet, magnificent, beautiful, glorious.

As It waits for more.





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