A crystallized snowflake fell
And it cast a mystical spell
A moonbeam guided its fall
A squirrel watched from the wall
No one knew it had magic
Everyone's busy that's tragic
The message it whispered
Fell on deaf ears
This magical moment
Made me shed tears
That's why Poet's are here To make magical moments For us, All appear. The poet is the eyes of our the Souls and you my friend have a beautiful Soul Thank you for sharing your richness with us, Delightful poem
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The poet's eyes will always see the beauty of this world, his heart is meant to sing, to help us stop and search around, for so many miracles are very near by. We only need to open our poet eyes, find ways to revive the inner child heart. Thank you for sharing such a beautful poem, yes indeed a snowflake is a miracle of beauty.