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