Cold Tolerance
Snowflakes...
So different from one another
So Utterly
Individual
From one
Another
But yet they all exist
Tightly packed
Together
With no choice
And only
Silence
As a meek
Reward
Tolerance is not a choice
It's trusted upon
Each one
Embracing it
Making it their code for
Pattern
If tolerance
Was not
Alive
In
These temporary
Beings
Difference
Would be a quality
Dormant
Because if none of them were
Tolerant
Then everyone would
Scramble
To look the same
But this is what makes them...
A snowflake
Sometimes I wish winter never ended
John
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