Oh, lovely snowflakes,
from billowy clouds,
plump with expectation,
you break free and come tip toeing lightly
on tiny feet, gliding and dancing,
through the air in crisp December.
You travel through ether
uncaged and free and drop down
littering the earth’s expanse.
you keep falling and collapsing
one on another, and lie huddled
as a white massive heap-
sometimes landing thick as round balls
sometimes...
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