A snowflake,what a beautiful sight.
A shimmering diamond on a cold winter's night.
On its own, a magical bright.
Altogether, lost in plain sight.
A snowflake is who they are,
Gracefully landing on a hood of a car.
So let's act like a snowflake and be ourselves.
Snowflakes are lost,but memories are held.

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