Snowflakes slowly danced passed her window
Each flake a unique piece of the puzzle
That becomes lost in masses
As soon as it stops dancing
It joins the others to be a white, fluffy mound
She takes a sip of her warm Oolong tea
Pondering the thought of how people reference snowflakes for their unique designs
But to the naked eye they all look the same
And get lost in a oneness of white snow
via Daily Prompt: Tea
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You have explained something as simple as ‘Getting lost in the crowd’ in a beautiful way.
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Thank you so much for reading my poem and taking the time to comment. I really appreciate it 😀
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Hi Holly,
I admire anyone who can write something based on a daily prompt. I look at them everyday just in case, but my mind always seems to draw a blank!
I loved your poem – so simple and pretty. How like snowflakes we all are! You captured it beautifully.
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Thank you so much for taking the time to read my poem and comment. I appreciate it! I use them as daily writing challenges. Sometimes the writing comes easier than other times.
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I appreciate the flow of your words in this poem. The simplicity of it allows you to take in the meaning differently each time you read it. I love it! Keep up the great work.
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Thank you for taking the time to read my writing and comment on it. When I write poetry I try to keep it open ended. It might mean one thing to me but something different to another. That, to me is the beauty of art.
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Last line FAVEEEEEE ❤❤❤
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