Monday, December 19, 2011

Winter poem

A snowflake falls from the clouds above.
It twirls and glides through the air like a feather.
Out of control and heading straight to the ground.
You extend your arms and open your hands.
The snowflake maneuvers away. You run to catch it, but it continues to glide further.
It is a foot away from the ground, you hurry.
1 inch away, but it falls to the ground.
And after a second it is gone.

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