The Winter
The soft wind blows
as the falling of each little snow flake
makes its way to the ground.
An unknown future lays ahead,
not knowing what the next step will take them,
water flows through the cracks in the street
to take them to a journey that could last a lifetime,
or end in a instant.
Something that is out of their control.
Life starts with one flake
and can grow into an entire mound of snow
to fill the hearts of children with joy,
or can make one man able to work and support his family,
either way,
one snow flake has so much to live up to,
and to be able to fulfill that destiny, only god will know.
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