Poetry in Motion: Snowflakes

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Snowflakes and Peace…

Purity.

Something not yet touched by human hand.

Rarity.

Something not yet tarnished by human impurity.

Sacristy.

A field of white – silently compiling and compounding –as we sleep at night.

Few things so pure.

 

Cenoura Lives,
A Warrior Princess

 

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3 comments on “Poetry in Motion: Snowflakes

  1. Priscilla says:

    Love it

  2. Anonymous says:

    The littlest man of snow…but I don’t have one

  3. Anonymous says:

    Very nicely done!

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