A snowflake’s fragile details are something only its best friend or greatest enemy will ever see

A street puddle and a snowflake are both water, but does that mean they deserve to touch

If the cold could keep

The snow on the tree

Would people complain about the disgusting slush

The beauty in a snowflake disintegrates the moment it skims a puddle’s fudge

The snowflake skims the puddle, and the light it used to reflect is muddled

On the surface is a mixture of ugly and perfect

The falling of snow, makes the puddle overflow, too much 

 All snowflakes should join each other on hills where they can remain intact. It's only fair, after all, since water the snow turns back

Clear water on a hill

Better than the beauty kill 

Of a puddle

A snowflake achieves the right angle to blind me with the sun

Then, the sun eradicates both the puddle and the snow

The beauty disappears, the one I used to know