{"id":1234,"date":"2008-06-15T17:18:35","date_gmt":"2008-06-15T17:18:35","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.writingsinrhyme.com\/?p=1234"},"modified":"2016-08-28T02:03:41","modified_gmt":"2016-08-28T01:03:41","slug":"the-snowflake","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/the-snowflake\/","title":{"rendered":"The Snowflake"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"Snowflake\"<\/p>\n

In a snowstorm, myself I once found
\nWith the fields and the trees all white around
\nDressed in black on this carpet of white
\nI slowly walked in the moons pale light.
\nAs around I gazed at this world of charm
\nA Single snowflake landed on my arm
\nI looked at it closely, saw how it was set,
\nAs slowly it melted in the heat of my breath
\nNow melted, about it I said in half jest,
\nLike the wine at Caana, the last was the best
\nIs it not wonderful how by nature we\u0092re deceived
\nEach looks like the other, yet each uniquely weaved!
\nOne in a million, none with a name..
\nAll different, peculiar, and yet: so much the same! <\/p>\n

This poem in Bulgarian<\/a> ! French <\/u><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

In a snowstorm, myself I once found With the fields and the trees all white around Dressed in black on this carpet of white I slowly walked in the moons pale light. As around I gazed at this world of charm A Single snowflake landed on my arm I looked …<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[232,90],"tags":[1397,12,1395,1394,1398,1396],"class_list":["post-1234","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-nature-2","category-walking-verses","tag-caana","tag-nature","tag-snow","tag-snowstorm","tag-walking-in-snow","tag-weather","column","twocol"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p7EI4f-jU","jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"jetpack-related-posts":[{"id":229,"url":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/snowflakes-in-another-land\/","url_meta":{"origin":1234,"position":0},"title":"Snowflakes in Another Land","author":"Tom\u00e1s \u00d3 C\u00e1rthaigh","date":"2nd December 2013","format":false,"excerpt":"Her heart beats for another, Life goes on, he who has her hand, And her heart, makes it beat faster, Under snowflakes in another land. 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