Jagged
porcelain
drops dripping
down a celestial dome,
strategically building pace
to start breaking down the sky,
then in battalions of white daggers,
they come charging toward the earth.
These microscopic mountains
encapsulate the moments
spent in all those early months
and melt away the seasons
by freezing them in time.
Then day by day on repeat,
they land piling on the ground
like fallen soldiers pale,
until all those memories
collect and fade in flashes
to a blanket of white light.
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Oooo, this was such a creative analogy for snowflakes!