A sparkle – more luminous than
a spark – the twinkling of a star,
a sweet song to put a child
to sleep, an echo of light waves
twisted and warped, transmogrified into
miniature specs of pink and blue, glistening
in a dusting of snow laid gently across a set of
stone steps, each stair produces a new
sparkle, shining and daintily flaunting itself,
lasting only an instant before disappearing
forever. The snow, likewise will not
endure; it will vanish, white fluff turned to water,
melted to a puddle which catches
a ray of the sun – a sparkle once more.
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