Cold Silence

The silence of the night
is the winters delight
snow that muffles the sounds
are billions of snow flakes
compacting down.

See that snow flake coming down
I will catch it on my tongue
and it will dissapear, melting
and it will be done.

The beauty of a single snow flake
as you can see, under a microscope
is unique as you'll agree

Not two are alike nope there will never be
another as unique like, you or me.

poem by Ron Schmidt
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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