Snowflakes

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That wonderful feeling of catching a snowflake in your hands,
when you can examine the perfect form,
so fuzzy, so symmetrical.

But you know it won’t last.

These are the memories I have of you,
sudden snowflakes that were so tangible
but disappear and are lost forever.

Picture of a woman blowing snow from her gloved hands.
via pixabay

A poem about snowflakes as memories, a poem written years ago and is itself this exact feeling. Available to keep, as a journal & sticker.

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Lucy Dan 蛋小姐 (she/her/她)
The Brain is a Noodle

Filling in the cracks on conflicting self improvement advice and translating how these can work for a more diverse audience ✨ Icon by: @jkbarts #WEOC writer.