Snowflake Poem by innocent rose

Snowflake



As they gather, Covering the bluesy
White and pure, the grass shivered
The Dead kissed the ground to be long forgotten 
And the boy stood silently staring
One after another they fall 
To obscure the dead for one and all 
Had I heard such melody that sings such beauty 
A beauty with a cold heart that shines with the sun 

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