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A snowflake landed in my hand
perhaps sent from some foriegn land
with miles of moments itself set adrift
with crystaline movement white sands of time sift

to float on the breeze just once is enough
without a concern if the landing is rough
through mysterious mountains the winds they did blow
and happened to meet in the mist down below

in the thick of trees peace, I humbly stand
amazed at the crystal of snow in my hand