A Fallen Snowflake
I looked out my window, on one December night, and I decided to let myself Go
on such a magical flight.
I saw the snow spread a soft blanket upon the ground.
It was quiet, divine, cool, sweet and sound.
But then I looked closely at one little snowflake.
Many nice memories it did recall, I remember, it was the good times in the
Family during winter and all.
I remember sledding down the snow, on something not quite a sled, though. I
remember the laughs and the uttermost fun that I had, and the trips, and The
falls and the coldness that made me mad.
But then the snowflake that had fallen tore apart and I was heart-broken
Because it stripped in two parts.
For the same happened to me, my family tore apart, with the death of my Father
and all, it left me with a broken heart.
And now when I look at the snow, I feel bitter and cold.
For I once thought that the fallen snowflakes were something for my poor
Heart to hold.
For I once thought that the snow was true, pure gold.
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