Sand-grain in the Snow

You're the shadow that clings on to me,
Like a little girl does a bow.
You're a new friend's reflection
In an old and shattered window.
You're the gunshot during the slience.
You're the thunderstorm in Spring.
You're the accidental shape caught
Right in the back of the drawing.
You're the misinterpreted line,
That devestates the entire show.
You're the rasberry in the strawberry pot,
The sand-grain in the snow.