Seen from afar,
as a cloud, she appears.
Drifting, swaying,
lost in a crowd of white.
Move closer and see,
her beauty is rare.
Dazzling, sparkling,
dancing in flight.
She spins.
She floats.
She leaps with ease.
Her dance is her own;
none other compare.
Her beauty captivates;
your breath she will take.
Her beauty illuminates;
the dancing snowflake.
by: shari, jan 16, 2007
1 comment:
Very nice!
You write so well.
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