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Snowflakes I wonder if the snowflakes, flying around the quad are searching like I do I wonder if inside of each one is a little beating heart aching for something more I wonder if they look around and see one another and think, How Beautiful. I wonder if they know they can not even control where they are going or where they land I wonder if the snowflakes regret the shadows in their past their days among the clouds I wonder if the snowflakes on the ground look up in envy of those in flight or do they merely look around and say, I’ll never fly like they do   I wonder if they know how much suffering they cause with their frigid fingers or how much joy they bring to those with hearts like children I wonder if each one desponds, surrounded by many like it or rejoices in the effect the one can have when entwined with the many I wonder how the snow feels as it slowly disappears Do they fade in peace or overwhelmed by the fiery flames of 32 do they burn in anguish? Oh snowflakes, never leave me. You make me wonder, and to wonder is a beautiful thing.
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Feb 15, 2014
Feb 15, 2014 at 3:08 PM UTC
Snowflakes
Snowflakes I wonder if the snowflakes, flying around the quad are searching like I do I wonder if inside of each one is a little beating heart aching for something more I wonder if they look around and see one another and think, How Beautiful. I wonder if they know they can not even control where they are going or where they land I wonder if the snowflakes regret the shadows in their past their days among the clouds I wonder if the snowflakes on the ground look up in envy of those in flight or do they merely look around and say, I’ll never fly like they do   I wonder if they know how much suffering they cause with their frigid fingers or how much joy they bring to those with hearts like children I wonder if each one desponds, surrounded by many like it or rejoices in the effect the one can have when entwined with the many I wonder how the snow feels as it slowly disappears Do they fade in peace or overwhelmed by the fiery flames of 32 do they burn in anguish? Oh snowflakes, never leave me. You make me wonder, and to wonder is a beautiful thing.
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Feb 15, 2014
Feb 15, 2014 at 3:08 PM UTC
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