Just another poem I wrote for my local writing contest. About snowflakes and life.
Pure as crystal, cold as ice
But look just as pretty, and taste just as nice
Flakes fall, drifting slowly through the winded void
Trying to be caught on the tongue of every girl and boy
All unique and different, yet all the same
Each destined to play an identical game
But one gets caught in a horrid gust
Colliding with a menacing particle of dirty dust
Plagued with such a burden dragging it downward
The weight of it truly absurd
It fights and struggles to no avail
Making it difficult on the wind to sail
The special snowflake discouraged and ready to give in
It falls to the ground and is returned to its friends again
Where it rests peacefully, surrounded by love
And beautiful views of the sky above
YOU ARE READING
Can You Hear Me?
PoetryPoetry by me-all original-about life, death, and everything inbetween. COVER ART DONE BY: WattMadchen1 Thank you so much! PHOTO BY: Me-edited before she did. I own the rights to original photo. :) -Chelly
