Longing to be understood

Sometimes I feel ethereal ~
Like a snowflake falling upon a cheek.
But which cheek will I land on?
Warm or cold?  Young or old?
No matter, as long as I am understood,
And seen for what I really am
In the eyes of my one cheek-friend.

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