Blowing, blowing everywhere,
Would that I
Too, could fly
Lightly, lightly through the air.
Like a wee, crystal star
I should drift, I should blow
Near, more near
To my dear
When he comes through the snow.
I should fly to my love
Like a flake in the storm
I should die,
I should die,
On his lips that are warm.
~ Sara Teasdale, 1884-1933
Snowflake photos by Russian photographer Alexey Kljatov.
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