by Kristy Lynn

Created on: October 12, 2009   Last Updated: October 15, 2009

Single snowflakes falling from the mist.

None alike. They fall together, yet each one's alone.

Life is a social event, and Christmas is the ball.

I am the lone snowflake stuck in mid fall.

I linger in the air, turning to ice, watching the rest.

They slide along each other and stick.

Forming pairs and parties, but I'll never fit.

A single snowflake that tickles your nose.

No others like me.

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