Bliss

The snowflake are softly falling, until they kiss my face.
It is a wonder, how they fall from grace.
Each with its own incomparable design.
I would want just to claim one, to call it mine.
I know that such a wish could never be
Because, with only one touch, they melt ever so tenderly.

Reviews

[Sweet_pale_cacophony]

I think your poem is so very brilliant it is like a snow crystal itself...one wants to catch it and gape at it's beauty...very nicely structured.

[Syldor]

Wonderful job on the imagery, I hope to see more!