Each snow flake floats, blows,
drifts, settles on branch of tree
When did the first one catch there saying, “Look at me!”
Did the one who follows settle too,
In this way they cling true.
Suddenly all is white.
Blinding so bright,
Our world right.
Then night,
Quiet.
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