flittering softly, sadly
to the ground
slowly sedately without
a sound,
pure as innocence
delicately neat
veiling over
bleak concrete
streets.
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flittering softly, sadly to the ground slowly sedately without a sound, pure as innocence delicately neat veiling over bleak concrete streets. In a listA contest entry
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