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Sunday, December 8, 2013

The Snowflake

When I upwards turn my eyes,
To gaze at somber, wintry skies,
It seems absurd I must admit,
That crystal gems should fall from it.
Freed from earth to flight with ease,
but gracious captive of the breeze.
A dance from mount to hill below.
A single little note, in a symphony of snow.

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