Carly Button
Stories (4/0)
Snowflake
I am a snowflake. I was born from the shivers of the wind and the tears of a spongy cloud. I parachute to the sky with my other sisters, a ballet in the middle of a blue stage. We dance and turn, all the while maintaining graceful poise. I fall peacefully through the sky like a gentle feather, taking my time and enjoying the view from above the world. The ground below looks ominous, but accepting. There are plenty of my brothers and sisters, in a tight hug sweeping the floor. I brace myself for the impact, but a sharp gust of wind nudges me elsewhere. I find myself face to face with a girl. Others of my kind litter her grey hat, and she giggles as she notices them on the tip of her nose and the ends of her eyelashes. She looks around for someone to giggle with, but her only reply was a strong gust of wind. Her smile suddenly vanished into a thin, hard line. She looks lonely. I stare into her deep brown eyes, and can't help but wonder. I want to shout to her. "I am here!
By Carly Button11 months ago in Poets
Snowflake.
I am a snowflake. I was born from the shivers of the wind and the tears of a spongy cloud. I fall to the sky with my other sisters, a ballet in the middle of a blue stage. We dance and turn, all the while maintaining graceful poise. I fall peacefully through the sky, taking my time and enjoying the view from above the world. The ground below looks ominous, but accepting. There are plenty of my brothers and sisters, in a tight hug sweeping the floor.
By Carly Button11 months ago in Poets