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May 2013
The wind whispers through the trees, disturbing it
The leaves shudder and shake, scattering it into the air
Falling down gently like summer snow
You can see it floating on the air drifting as only things feather light can do
Through the trees it rides getting in your hair, nose and eyesΒ 
Quietly softly it collides
Siobhan A
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