Snowflake

Snowflake

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Born into an ocean of misty cold
Drifting across the currents
My voyage takes me.

The clouds part,
Revealing the vast world below
Downwards, I glide.

The end of my journey nears,
My destiny no matter how long I fight,
It is the ground.

Until the cycle starts again,
Of water, sky and earth
The freedom of the heavens is my favourite part.

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