Snow is winter’s dance of illusion
each flake a swirl of separation
uniquely formed into frozen cohesion
twirling with partners before its fall
to Earth. Frozen life
in trillions of shapes
waiting to begin in another form
No two alike
yet all separated
from the same source
like us watching the dance
from our own windows
sitting upon different colored
cushions, yet breathing
the same air as this
mesmerization of life
waltzes around us
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All unique yet arising from the same source… perfect 🙂 xx
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Thank you, Sue. The poem came to me today while watching the snow fall outside and I realized it complimented your photo. 🙂
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It is just perfect )
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❤
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Reblogged this on anita dawes and jaye marie.
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Thank you for the reblog 🙂
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Gorgeous, Alethea! Well penned with truth in its core!
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Thank you, Jordy ❤
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Gorgeous, Alethea.I love the parallels. We are all tiny snowflakes. A wonderful take on the prompt.
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Thank you. I’m glad you enjoyed it. 🙂
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Very enjoyable and so true.
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Thank you, Michele. I’m glad you enjoyed it. 🙂
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A snow dance–what a wonderful image. My favorite kind of snow. (K)
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It is pretty to watch 🙂
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