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Because You Asked About The Line Between Prose And Poetry

Rating: 3.5

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.

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COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Mark Otieno 24 August 2017

beautiful piece....i love it

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Karen Sinclair 10 March 2013

Clever connection here to me... Describing the invisible threads which waver. Loved it..., two great pieces in one day ty poem hunter. Karen

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Shannon Dahle 19 October 2009

Simple yet very beautiful!

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