The Melting Snowflake
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Tahlia Kozlovic, Grade 7, St Peter's Woodlands Grammar School
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Poetry
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2015
Excellence Award in the 'The Write Track 2015' competition
I am frozen to the fingertips,
My eyes see the sky and the snow.
I am slowly descending to the floor,
But for now I will let myself go.
I know I will not last long in this world,
As this place is warm, but I am ice cold.
A drip of water leaks from my body,
A couple more fall, that I cannot control.
I finally figure out what I am called;
A snowflake, falling, my life so short,
My name beautiful, but I cannot last long
As I dance through the air, I melt and I'm gone.