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The Song of Snowflakes
Don’t you hear it?
They are falling again
the delicate notes of snowflakes
drifting,
like the faintest wingbeat of a butterfly.
Here they come
breezing past my nose.
Oh, 6 pointed wonder,
let me learn how you evaporate
into the landscape.
Let me be transparent,
but intricate.
Let me sing your delicate song.
Let me shimmer against sunlight
or turn into rain.
Let me be defined
by your once
in a lifetime design.
-Terri Glass
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