On land snow downsifts
gathering swift
in cold drifts
this monochrome gift.
But in their seafall
snowflakes aren't stored.
...the sea them transforms
... their color, their
temperature
and their form
Unlimited divine love
melts hexagonal flakefreeze
as isolation merges in
God's seas of Spirit
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