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Snowfall
my crimson cheeks
my eyes that gawk
gazing at the crystals that cry from shock
they are all different, each with contrasting composition
they are all exquisite, they have pattern, despite condition
they are assembled uniquely, even those set in row
because no matter the pattern they fall in, they are now free to go
until the crystals fall into the hands of those who will care for them
sometimes are torn away from their loved ones
when you take a handful and play with them
He chooses which crystals fall, in the harsh frost
however, He does not decide which will be familiarized with loss
He can not control that, because they fall in disorder
and those who are chosen, are separated by border
i know that my service, has done some children well
but unfortunately eternity is a casted spell
i will soon melt away with rays of poison
because a combat boot has stepped on me and I am now broken
i am a snowflake and unfortunately because my pattern is altered from others,
i am a disturbance in the snowfall
