Snowflakes
D Divya Macsuedon
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Twirling, swirling, on gossamer wings!
Melt me into you, or sweep me off my feet.
As the heavens open up and envelope the green.
Who cannot but be moved by this silent scene.
Royal carpets for robins to leave their mark.
Who says the colours of winter be stark!
The palette of Nature in shades abounds
In hibernation the creatures but nourished
Is Mother Earth; deep down!
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