Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Thursday, November 17, 2005

Snowflake..

Gentle as the snowflake that has fallen from the sky
is one lonely tear drop that has fallen from my eye.
Frozen to my face like frost upon the glass
with the clarity of crystal a reflection simply made a pass.
Spinning in the snow the child released from within
and if you look into your heart you can still see her spin.
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