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Snowflakes fall...on hot red flames,
to be reborn and fly again,

so different from their recent form,
lost within the frozen storm,

to drift and sink without a sound,
buried deep ... upon the ground,

yet still the beauty hides within,
deep inside... so cold and thin,

to melt and come back once again,
to float and fly upon the wind,

and if you look within the form,
of frozen beauty's... as it's torn,

you'll see the light of snowflakes past,
no beauty dies... just hidden fast,

a frozen shimmer buried deep,
within a snowflakes frozen sleep.

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