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Aug 2016
Infant flakes swirl down towards the ground
Finding their place upon cars
Or the sodden streets below.

The crystallized drops hurry to their new home,
Sticking amongst windows,
Escaping away from the dull, gray sky above.

As soon as they land,
They briskly melt.
anonymous poet
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