Falling from the sky
coming in masses and blanketing the land
frosting the window panes with your unique shapes
so much like people no two the same
but to be blessed with the beauty of a snowflake
that would be a gift indeed
the gorgeous thin lines and tiny details
everyone perfect in its own way
teeny tiny snowflake
your individuality is dazzling
...when noticed
but your combined beauty is deadly
...always
odd that fear isnt the first thing to come to mind
the sharp spires and points on eack flake
the chill that kills the trees and flowers
thought thats what makes what makes you
beautiful and fun to most,
the deaths you have caused and the unearthly chill
is what makes me fear you
teeny tiny snowflake
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