Snowflakes

The snow, white and light

falls gently on the street;

thinking that it just might

escape the weight of a stranger’s feet.

It won’t stay white for ever;

falling prey to the attack of passing traffic.

The slush lies on the ground and lingers,

to turn to ice amidst the cracks and crevices




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