Challenge
The snow pushes into the cold of my face.
Snowflakes are unique
Dazzling fingerprints raining from above
Each crystalline beauty different from another
I have often marveled
At the gentle flakes as they fall
Landing gently on my eagerly awaiting tongue
But snowflakes make snow
A weapon if fun dares venture too far
If you wander into cold, death will be snow against your face.
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