There is a snowflake on your shoulder,
Lense crystal clear, lace in sky
In drops apart, - all left unwanted,
To raise and fall, as wind subsides.
Crossed oceans wide amidst the fear,
Shed by a storm from Saturn's ring, -
It will be always somewhere near,
Eternally away from me.
I am a snowflake on your shoulder,
Chained, overwritten by the Art,
Line in the manuscript unfolded
By ancient spirit, called to last.
With honour cast in all your fate,
The only question left at old gate:
With trophy diamonds, olive rames,
Why would you ever keep a snowflake?