The light crisp carefree material that falls from the sky,
A one of a kind thing that allows the wind to carry it
Being a snowflake sounds simply perfect.
Lightly laying on flakes that have landed before it
Awaiting on another to do the same,
Being a snowflake sounds simply perfect
Each new flake is orderly chaotic yet innate
Me. a perfect imperfection,
A small grain of sand in this horrible world
Making my way through life one careful step at a time.
But being a snowflake sounds simply perfect.
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