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Sitting on my balcony,
I watch the snowflakes fall.
Slowly,
Gently,
They have no set path to follow:
No destiny apart from the ground.
And not all of them reach the ground.
Caught in an updraft,
They swirl back towards the sky,
Choosing their own paths.
Leaning out,
I catch some on my hand.
For a moment,
I can see the perfect crystalline structure of each.
Then the moment is lost,
And I am left with a drop of water on my fingertip.
I look out at the snowflakes,
And realise that I have made my choice
Without thinking about it.
I stand and go inside,
To get away from the pain of the snow.
All poems © Copyright 1997-2002 by Catherine.
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