Snowflakes
There's a magic in snowflakes,
yet their majesty is only momentary -
just like you,
just like me...
They fall
so elegantly,
like enchanting
ballet dancers,
shapeshifting
in the air,
floating in a
bitter breeze,
so soft,
so tender,
so fragile,
so
vulnerable.
Gently
d
e
s
c
e
n
d
i
n
g
side
by
side
like
unique
pearls settling
upon empty surfaces
spreading softly
on spotless
emerald
fields
Rain is the
enemy of beauty,
the sun a
jealous confidant.
Drops of mercy
may feed nature,
but their influx
results in a massacre.
Their cunning conduct
is hidden behind
an illusion known
as the rainbow.
Snowflakes do not bleed red,
they discolour into ashen slush,
their remains hardening in death,
frozen, until melting into nothingness.
There is a tragedy
in snowflakes,
which recurs
time
after
time,
yet we keep faith
in our seasons,
just like my life,
just like yours.
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