SNOWFLAKES
They shine like silver butterflies
Drifting in the sun,
As though they fly on crystal wings
That winter cold has spun.
Drifting in the sun,
As though they fly on crystal wings
That winter cold has spun.
They catch and hold each soft sunbeam
And then, without a sound,
Turn into sparkling gossamer Before they touch the ground.
And then, without a sound,
Turn into sparkling gossamer Before they touch the ground.
~~By Sandra Liatsos.~~
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