A Snowflake

A snowflake dances in the air

Like a child running after its rabbit

Wizzing between chairs in living room.

A snowflake drops and melts

Like memories of childhood and

Grows into a rose next spring.

Memories don’t die

Memories are not forgotten

Memories melt and grow.

November 23, 2020

About alaindesade

Novelist, songwriter and philosopher. Has special interest in human relations, evolution of mind, inter-cultural complications, and the concept of God.
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2 Responses to A Snowflake

  1. Geri Lawhon says:

    I love the last line. Superb poem.

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