A poem
Snowflake, snowflake,
falling free
how can there be so many?
if I had my way, any a day,
I’d change you to a penny
Shiny copper, falling free
there’s so many to catch
if I had my way, any a day,
I’d change you to a match
Glowing light, falling…
Poetry — a mixture of words
miracles, the stardust of life
crime, the grime of the streets
happiness, the panacea for healing
heartache, the beast of all beasts
marriage, the coping mechanism for loneliness
love, the balm of being banal
creativity, the restorer of souls
boring, the progenitor of perseverance
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