A snowflake
They say every snowflake is different.
Different shape, different patterns
But no one ever mentions their destination,
the ground where they pile up,
the same fate that awaits their each unique self.
I am a snowflake,
I have been drifting for a while
I am not alone,
the wind is always by my side
He whispers the stories
Of all the others before me
Of how they drifted
Of the fate that they met.
I am a snowflake,
My journey has ended.
I sit with the Earth
I am not alone
Other snowflakes fall to keep me company
My destiny is to huddle up with them
to become the Snow
My uniqueness merging
Instead of me, becoming us
My shape
My pattern
Nothing
Our lives intertwined, we become one
And our life ends when the season changes,
our existance perishes when the summer comes
We melt.
We are bound by the chains of nature
We are left here to wait for our end.
YOU ARE READING
Words and nothing more
PuisiPoems sometimes reveal an underlying emotion a person feels. But, sometimes they are just words. Words that are trying to make sense of themselves.
