...and no matter the angle, the thought or the feeling that grew inside of her
be it platonic or passionate;
her intended words die before they reach their destination.

And as she watches them fall, borne of the beauty of crystallised snowflakes....
Each one floats to its end...me.lting, dissolving into the earth.
 
And although she grieves for these words everyday....
 
...she has come to learn that some 'things' are better left unsaid
 
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