Snowflakes
Unique, extraordinary.
Special.
They fall
Rapidly,
Or slowly.
One by one,
Million by million,
They are:
Piling
Piling
Piling.
Piling up
Into a large pile
A deep pile
Of snow
Each flake different,
But only when made
By the mother,
Of nature.
Mother Nature.
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Poems
PoesiaJust a book of poems I am making. Please, don't read it if you want to hate. I'll update once a week, but I may slow down, or possibly speed up. (Also, the more votes, comments, and reads there are, the faster I update). Thanks, ~BBTVM1
