The snowflake eloped

She flossed like the snowflakes resting motionlessly on my window  
panel. Against all hindrance she fought through  pushing hard to  
fulfill her dreams of coming down to a place of rest.  That shape that  
twirls the universe and placed hell in heaven. She smiled and let out  
the heave that simply say' I made it'
 
The smokey clouds moves to a fairer latitude and the sun shun with a  
rainbow brightness ...that mystical rainbow brightness that hides  
forth a pot of unfounded gold
 
she worn away like a paved concrete floor ,like cancer she melted with  
the intensive heat from the sun... abrasive like a bald head.. her  
touch was cashmere, to smothering to be labeled a fleece
 
Lovers with the clouds, tethered with the wind, moved down to a  
clearer pasture and survives for a couple of hours
I am a fallen snowflake