They dance and twirl throughout the air,
as if they haven’t had a care.They swirl and flurry all around,
and flutter softly to the ground.
They’re crystal clear and pure and white;
they glitter in the winter light.
Soon they all will melt away,
but then they’ll come another day.
They’ll swirl and flurry all around,
and flutter softly to the ground.
– By Clara May
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