Snowflake

September 16, 2008
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Snowflake
Drifting, dancing
Where do you come from?
Where do you go?
Is it from the gray sky above
To the frozen lake below
Or from feathery clouds
To the tongues of children
On and on
Millions piled up
Into mountains
On which we make our snow angels
Snow men
And the ever-present
Footprints in the snow
Dim reflections of Christmas lights
Criss-crossing tire tracks
Of relatives who arrive by night
And leave by morning
On trees
On roofs
On roads
On fields
What do you see?
What do you imagine?
Only floating, flying
Snowflake

This will certify that the above work is completely original
Whitney Yuyi Sha





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