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Oh! To be pressed against your windowpane (Free verse) by skaskowski Oh no, Iâm a snowflake!
The world unwraps
In a swirling whirl
Of wind-driven mishaps.
Iâm hurtling, plummeting
Unfurled in a flurry.
Iâm worried Iâve scurried
Toward surliness early.
But surely Iâll curl
In a snowball eventually
Sculpted
from fragment
To bullet,
from stagnant
To movement.
In fact, Iâm certain
This curtain Iâm part of
Right now
Will deaden all sound
As the planet
Is hammered with
Bomb after bomb,
Her tomb is the room
Iâve just landed upon.
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