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|Dancing Flowers of Ice.|
small, not powerful, dancing to the sound of a musical box.
Dressing old sorrows, with new found colors of silent hope,
covering the earth in a blanket of equal joy.
in the purity of whiteness, wanting to grasp, to keep the beauty.
Only to find, that it is like a melting snowflake in a warm hand,
beautiful and yet so fragile.
the 28th of November 1996 - I Wanted to send my best friend some snow.
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