When the fires lit and the snow tumbles
Out of the sky like an avalanche
When cocoas poured and stomachs rumble
A hot blueberry muffin doesn’t stand a chance

The design of one snowflake
Is perfectly crafted
Once touched by heat it disappears without a trace
But a sight for sore eyes while it lasted.

Such a perfect diagram
Such a perfect plan
Look but touch and
It will disappear in your hand

Stomachs rumble and muffins disappear
Snowflakes tumble and the same will happen I swear

So if perfection is to be chased study the snow
And only in a cold world will it ever flow

By Justis James™

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