Definition of One's Life
Saturday, January 15, 2011
Snowflake
Here I am,
Come look at me.
This lovely,
Icey field in green.
That from a forest
In one night,
I make a wilderness
Of white.
By snowey, Icey
Crystals made.
Breath...I vanish instantly.
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