In winter when my spirits are low
My steps in snow are slow
But when my spirits are high
I feel that I can fly.
My spirits seem to be just a display
Of the eternal powers that may
Inspire me or leave me at a loss
Depending of my soul’s openness.
Thus, in this world of ours
That’s stormed and cared by the powers
I guess the greatest I can make
Is a career of a snowflake.
Snowflake
© Copyright: Таня Кутузова, 2019
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