Many a fluttering drop
Gliding through the air
To meet their final spot
Each one perfectly different
Their shapes transcending the norm
They celebrate their uniqueness
In each of their own form
As the darkness envelopes each snowflake
Its freedom soon to be gone
On the blackened wet earth below
It sings its final song
What beauty each one held
Soon to be forgot
Its majestic intertwined pattern
Is a beauty that cant be bought
Like friends that flutter through our lives
Their memories soon will fade
As their journey takes a different turn
Than the path our lives have made
Some we never knew at all
Others we hoped would see
What wonderment they could bring to us
If they only could be free....
...Leslie Shaw
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