So much am I
akin to a snowflake*~
one chance to be...
to glide on breezes.
Not another alike,
unique in design,
but fleeting in
existance,
I too, have but
one moment
in this season
of my life,
for soon,
I shall fall,
lost among the many
who descend in
the storm.
And like a snowflake*~
mine enemy,
the sun,
shall melt away
any trace
that I even existed.