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The first few snowflakesAlways float so gently,
Hesitant and lingering;
A kiss, a whispered secret
That the sky is still
Reluctant to let go of.
Petalled constellations
To hold, balanced on
Chapped lips and fingertips;
A little piece of winter
To claim and call your own
For this evanescent moment.
They pirouette to a tune
That only they can hear, an
Ephemeral music-box ballet
That evaporates like
Words traced in condensation
Into crystallised air.