Black as Snow

Catching snowflakes in my palms
as they disappear
with the slightest touch.
Rigid to the eye
but brittle and frail within my fingers.
Spilling from the clouds in clusters
but landing by themselves.
Clinging to the damp,
cold earth and mixing
with their mud-stained brothers.
Tainted by the world,
gone tomorrow.

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