Sometimes I feel like a snowflake…

My time is merely an instant.

I look like all the rest
until you get close enough
to see my edges
and the places I sparkle.

When the fog rolls in
to take me home—I will remember you,
and come back another day.

When the sky is filled with clouds
and there’s a chill in the air.

And I land on your cheek to say hello.

[on impermanence]

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