Snowflakes

My heart is blowing in the wind

My pain is in the rush of the gust

My fear is in the broken branches of the mighty oak

My determination in the deep roots of the ground

And my love is in the snow

Sometimes deep

Sometimes shallow

But always unique in each flake.

Reviews

[Geralyn Miller]

Great imagery; leaves you with the cold crisp feeling of a winter storm.

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love the use of metaphor for the ending..yes all unique..but somehow connected..