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The Only Snowflake


Mira Minkova

The only snowflake
that fell that day
looked carefully over all roofs,
all the houses,
the dry grasses,
the happy eyelids of the kids,
the cornfield (my field),
the forest and each frozen twig
the workers' lorries
to find where to warm her night
(And this for her would be like dying -
one choice - to the grave!)
She spread freely her lashes
She spread freely her wings
and she let herself to the wind
and she immersed in the fog
and her icy heart
started trembling
of happiness!
Of the freedom that was now
whistling in her ears!
Of the gentle caress
that was warming her lashes!
She was melting of happiness!
One raindrop, like a tear,
rolled into my hand
spread out on the palm and
each crossed line turned into
crucifix for her
before she falls again and
again the earth takes her up. I
might want to fly for years, love,
don't take my freedom!

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