With Hexagonal Snowflake Sigh
I must believe in things unknown.
In them lies all my piety
If piety of I exists,
Then there is where its fair-head lies
With tentacles stretched out to catch
All snowflakes made by God's design:
Each geometric flake reveals
A message carved by God to I;
If these be words of arrogance
Then arrogant I will remain
To nurture and solidify
God's empathetic notes to I
Read quickly if you even try
For snowflakes signed by God will die;
With hexagonal snowflake sigh
They melt away God's notes to I.
Copyright © Tom Mcmurray | Year Posted 2010
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