This one again is from a long time ago and is kind of 'rhymy', as well as a bit cliche...I guess the only original aspect of it is the marrying of uniqueness and transience together...plus it's almost in sonnet form!
Snowflakes
I've never seen a snowflake
I've heard that no two are the same
which means when one has melted
that its like is never seen again
It's frozen lace will turn to drip
a trail along the frosted glass,
we'll hardly even notice it
before it spiderwebs its last.
And so it is with those we meet,
the snowflake lives, that on the street
pass by, are never seen again,
a transient uniqueness then
evaporating in life's heat,
as evanescent as the sleet.
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