A smidgen of dust, upwards borne,
By the warm winds to the cold air;
Dust meets ice, a snowflake is born.
Water in its heart does ensnare,
That floating speck, a dust mote;
Into a six point star, it does flare.
Star of ice, dust in a watery coat,
Fleetingly graces the dim skies,
Till it turns too heavy to float.
Then gently to the ground it flies,
Soft and delicate, fluttering away;
Like a dream from shuttered eyes.
Fleeting its life, does not linger or stay,
Yet, a falling snowflake does enthrall;
Brightens the night and your day,
A snowflake is dainty and small,
Hides a message in its ephemeral form;
Sometimes, it is beautiful to fall.
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SIFAR...nothingness
PoetrySifar, the urdu/arabic for 'nothingness' Fits this collection of random rambling mess, Which for better or for worse, Are all in poetic verse. Featured in WP_Poetry profile - Reading list : Random Limericks, sonnets, rhymes, free verse and haiku...
