Sparrows were feeding in a freezing drizzle That while you watched turned into pieces of snow Riding a gradient invisible From silver aslant to random, white, and slow. There came a moment that you couldn't tell. And then they clearly flew instead of fell. Submitted by Gnute
Added: 19 Aug 2002 | Last Read: 21 Mar 2010 4:38 PM | Viewed: 4072 times
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