Magic Window

A poem

Photo by Carly Kewley on Unsplash

Snowflake, snowflake,
falling free
how can there be so many?
if I had my way, any a day,
I’d change you to a penny

Shiny copper, falling free
there’s so many to catch
if I had my way, any a day,
I’d change you to a match

Glowing light, falling free
it’s too hot, we’ll bake
If I had my way, any a day,
I’d change you back to a
snowflake

Snowflake, snowflake,
falling free
no more changing for me.

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