Snowflake
Looking at a flake
From the talking range
As it slowly flutters
Landing on your palm
Looking at it
As it slowly melts
And drips within
Reaching your little finger
Clinging on to it
As if it's unwilling to let you go
But it does
Joining its tribe
And you realize
That one moment
The moment it touched your hand
The moment before it faded away
Before it became yet another droplet
That moment it existed
In its own beautiful form
And as you looked at it
At that moment
At that second
You had lived a lifetime.
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