Autobiography Of A Snowflake

Vintage Words


Delicately cut from heat as cold

entering existence from moisture

captured by winds and carried

high into winter clouds.


Dancing is like the reflex of human

wailing. Twirling and floating

is equally instinctual. Each snowflake

has a name which proves a small

life passed through the air for us to see.


Death comes to a snowflake when

the temperature rises, ice give up

its heat, and a warm wind

descends on its crystalline head.

Or someone steps on it.






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