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Dancing Flowers of Ice.

White flowers of ice, slowly falling from the sky.
   Miniature stars, turning shadows of dark into dazzling white,
   small diamonds enriching the world.

Very 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.

Standing 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.
 
 

  Written the 28th of November 1996 - I Wanted to send my best friend some snow.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

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