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Flakes of winter's brilliance,
Twinkling like stars in the night sky,
A whisper of perfection,
Radiant beauty in it's variant forms.
Each flake, each tiny flake,
A statement of individuality,
Different yet always the same,
Ever evolving yet still unique.
Cold, crisp and fresh,
A fallen blush, floating on nature's breath,
Sparkles, with light, and melts away,
Leaving speckled droplets of purity.
Tom Stanley |
