Sitting on snow
Stalking a snowflake
Slowly
Where does it go?
Clearly not here.
But it's clear too.
I wonder where
Where does such a thing go
In such a big world
Will it stop one day?
Or will it keep on going.
It seems so different from the others
Sure they all differ
But at least once shouldn't there be
A unique one?
But it's still fragile
Sticks and stones can still break it
Just another thing it differs from
People
People all are different
They are fragile
But sticks and stones
Stop hurting.
It just becomes a numbing feeling.
It's the words that count-
They hurt
They pain
They make you
Feel
And ...
We don't care
Just as much as a snowflake.
So I think
We're just all
Such fragile snowflakes
YOU ARE READING
I'm Starting To Think...
Poetry...that everything can come together. It can tell us what we are. It can tell us what the meaning of everything is... If you just smile, You'll see the whole world. Now just smile. {Warning: Old. Bad. Old+Bad= Very bad.}
