...a snowflake...

.......a tinkle came to me,

and while I was trying to find it,

I could only get its glare...
but I could understand
that the glare was not the tinkle
that I was trying to see...
because that glare
sparkled to me
'I am the one you can see,
while the other one
not to your eyes will get'
...'what a riddle!
from a tinkle´s friend'
I thought to myself...
but I did know
that the tinkle was there,
some-where...
'Where are you?'
...and tinkle-tinkle
I could only feel...
.......what was wrong with my ears?
And, then,
a deep shiver came to my spine,
and I felt as cold as ice,
realizing what I had missed:
clear sings,
telling me about
the tinkle and the glare,
unknown friends,
just about to transform
into a snowflake...

...∞...