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Drops of Dew

It's like

  The first snow flake
  Gliding down a warm humid wind
  Soft, ephemeral, comforting, moist
  It's like the snowflake getting lost in your hair
  Should have been lost, but (we) chose to stay
  With decay inherent in creation, it
  Counts the epochs till tomorrow's sun
  For it is not sin to shine as it melts.