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Melted Snowman

During winter's cold, serene embrace,
Lay a snowman, with a smiling face.
But as the sun climbed, bold and bright,
He faced a fate, as day chased night.

Melted snowman, a puddle now lies,
Where once stood joy, under cold skies.
His coal-black eyes, a scarf askew,
In the warmth, he bid adieu.

Children gather, in quiet dismay,
As their frosty friend fades away.
But in each drop, a memory stays,
Of snowy games and wintry plays.

For though he's gone, his spirit soars,
In every snowflake that outdoors pours.
Melted snowman, in the sun's warm kiss,
Teaches us about transient bliss.
Snowman melting under sun
Snowman melting under sun

Summary

Melted Snowman is a poignant poem exploring the ephemeral nature of joy and the inevitability of change. It tells the story of a snowman who, once a source of delight in the winter, inevitably melts away with the arrival of warmer days. This transformation from a figure of winter fun to a mere puddle serves as a metaphor for the fleeting moments in life. The poem tenderly addresses the sadness of loss while also reminding us that the essence of joy, like the snowman’s spirit, remains in our memories.

Inspirations Behind

As I composed “Melted Snowman,” I was moved by the inevitable transition from winter to spring, symbolizing change and the fleeting nature of life’s moments. The melting of the snowman, something so joyful and yet so temporary, became a poignant metaphor for the experiences that shape our lives but cannot last forever. This poem reflects on the beauty of those transient moments and the lasting impact they leave in our hearts, much like the fleeting yet unforgettable joy of a snowman in winter.

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