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JP Jona PoloRamirez ( / Canada)


These lines were written with the thought that everything on earth has its end.

Snowflakes mounted on a tree
Sat fitted on a crest with glee,
Others fall to the ground unluckily
Crushed with a heavy thud
From people like me.

Snowflakes you sit there
Looking down on me
Passing by soon to be out
Of sight from thee,
When I come by
Later in the day
Snowflakes you'll be gone
Like me.

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Beauitful poem - we never realise till its gone