A snow flake from the sky,
Falls dancing on the ground,
If I took it in my palm,
It would melt by my fever —
If I left it to drop down,
It would become an icy pearl,
In the minus temperature outside,
Spring sun will rise,
Tell me in silence,
It is water in all forms
Mykoul
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