Whispers of Snowflakes
A delicate snowflake-inspired poem for you
In the hush of winter’s breath, Snowflakes pirouette from sky to earth, Each a fleeting masterpiece, A crystalline dance of birth.
Silent architects of frost, They weave lace upon the air, Tiny fractals, unique and lost, Brief existence, yet so rare.
No two alike, they say, These frozen whispers from above, Each flake a cosmic ballet, A testament to nature’s love.
So let them fall, these fragile gems, Blanketing the world in white, For in their fleeting beauty lies A quiet magic, pure and bright. ❄️✨🌟
Feel free to catch these snowflakes on your tongue and let their ephemeral wonder fill your heart!
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You have beautifully captured the fleeting nature of snowflakes ❄️.. it's a magic of winter..
Simply wonderful. Makes me homesick for the North.