Pink Snowflakes

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Pink Snowflakes

In the cold my arms trembled... I cough, and watch pink snowflakes float away.
No longer able to feel the cold I tried to catch the pink snowflakes.
I missed.
I fell.
And I wept.

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Chaos128 commented on Pink Snowflakes

07-21-2010

This is a profound piece of verse; ephemeral is the word I think I'm looking for. So much untold... makes it all the more compelling.

A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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