The Snowflake

Your ID might be as random
as a few clicks
and somehow registered in my search engine
or stored in my browser cache
as an entry in browsing history
Just as a snowflake is formed
and stored in my soul
But it does not need to be melted
It would start to dance with other snowflakes
whenever the breeze feels like
Could be in summer to cool me off
Could be in spring to cheer with the flower petals
Could be in autumn to settle with the leaves
A smile at night as stars do
or just itself
as a snowflake floating in my dream
to make a snowstorm out of nowhere

It could be melted though
if you choose so
I would have to wait for another snowflake
that is coming with the real snowstorm