A snowflake.
A shining diamond in the moonlight,
glittering as it comes.
Dancing delicately,
a ballerina,
a tender droplet of water.
Each one an individual,
crafted by God.
Always beautiful,
a shining diamond in the streetlight,
hovering over the traffic
before touching down and becoming sullied.
I am that snowflake.
Once pristine, once an individual,
before touching down,
becoming one of the masses.
Life has coloured me a
shade of grey.
I want to be a snowflake again.
I long to become untouched, pristine,
tired of this coat of grime that clings.
It's been too long,
I tire easily.
It is easier to remain.
I watch as more fall,
more become like me.
No one is safe, no one
remains clean.
Can you handle the changes?
Will your life last?
And when the sun comes,
we are all touched.
We all melt away,
becoming nothing.
A puddle. A waterstain.
A blip in the cycle of life.
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