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The snowflake

She floats down through the heavens,
Ethereal and light.
Her never-ending pirouettes
Tossed gently left and right.

Like diamonds do the chinks of light
Shine through her pearly face.
She comes to rest so gently on
The beings in this place.

The mystery of her jewelled form,
Her crystalline physique.
Why are her sisters, none alike?
Why all of them unique?

A pattern, though exists between
Each spoke of her silk wheel.
Self-similar, yet intricate,
Exquisitely surreal.

And yet, no justice can I do
To how a small child felt.
When softly landing on my hand
She caused my heart to melt.

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