Like an ephemeral flower
like a handful of snow
which for a moment glitters
in the sun
and melts
slowly seeps away
merges with
and again becomes
- earch.
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Great poem with brilliant imagery and wonderful style. I rate it 10. Please read and rate my poem 'A humble complaint' on page 2.