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Mar 2018
At a red light
a magenta bougainvillea leaf floats
gracefully through the air,
drifting between the rigid gray toned creations of man,
slowly settling onto the concrete road
as it awaits
the trampling of rubber tires,
with no sympathy.
Michelle Vela
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Michelle Vela  22/F
(22/F)   
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