Watch a light snow.
No wind, not too cold.
An individual catches my eye
playing in subtle updrafts
It moves and moves and moves...
I follow it out of sight.
The snowflake will soon be on the ground
Joining the millions that came before.
But as the snowflake fell, it danced
as if it became aware.
*This is my stab at poetry.*
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