These desolate lands,
lies barren and stark,
freezing, too cold to survive,
yet, are like the havens,
for these ephemeral beauties.
Snowflakes...
These icy crystals,
carried echos of the past,
of the meetings, & partings,
yet, their spirits, are enchanting,
with the magical display,
of their intricate patterns.
And they would fall,
so delicate, so fragile,
floating, like cotton balls,
painting this world white,
pure, untainted, innocence defined,
melting away, on the grounds.
For, this life is unforgiving,
their time limited, & unrelenting,
still, they shine, reflecting the lights,
dispelling darkness, on the forsaken,
each crystal, like tiny, small wishes,
blanketing, these parched grounds...
With heavenly blessings!!
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