Falling

We were beautiful. Pink in each quintet We came to give laughter and enjoyment. We were often pulled and pushed by the wind We swung back and forth until we let go of each other. We glided smoothly down On to the path that some were already covering. Even on the ground, we were beautiful. The pink colours brightened the day with sweet charms of spring We were often stepped on. We were one with the ground. We lay on the ground with bright sunlight warming our fingertips. The feet that crossed us there were many But we were still beautiful.

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