Snowflake
Small, white pillows, falling from the sky.
A luxury most people perceive as a sign.
And these soft, plump pillows, coat our noses with pride.
Feeling the chill most only receive, on a cold winter's night.
And one day someone called these pillows snowflakes.
And the name stuck for the rest of time.
And these snowflakes that rain, and bring joy from above, are often seen as the largest inconvenience of our time.
But when those who complain, look at this solid rain, they will simple smile and walk on by.
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