Snowflakes

I want to believe

I had a moment that was magical,

where snowflakes were a part of me,

and where as they fell,

every cellular, aspect of myself

descended as well,

darting when the wind picked up,

and disappearing

within moments

of dropping through the earth, 

but transformation is ordinary.

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