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Snowflake

  • Angelina Lorente
  • Feb 12
  • 1 min read

Crystals dancing                                                                             

with glistening beauty and unique angles.

So much to offer,

yet easily overlooked.

As they descend, they disappear                                                      

not lost, but they become a whole.

Laying there, hidden in the crowd,

getting covered by millions,

unless you try to understand the intricate pieces,

that shapes its elegance.                                                                   

One melts into many,

swept into an avalanche of conformity.

Hithered in a place, 

where I try to belong, where I scatter myself.

In order to fit in.              


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