gracefully floats
from milky sky.
peaceful journey
to meet Others
like herself;
who have gone before.
flurry of excitement
she brushes the surface
of powdered hill.
then, she lands.
there she remains
for a moment,
so many Others;
so many like me.
she lets the wind
carry her form
one to another
as she searches
for one
matching her
in shape.
mother said,
"no two snowflakes
are exactly alike."
but I refused
to believe that.
full of hope, she searches;
searches in vain.