plunging,
descending, ever to be ensnared, by the gusts. slowly, guiding the path, through the sky. infinite realities it passes through. each the same, each different. rarely accompanied, yet always escorted. hues differ in all. albeit the destination, remains the same. forever falling, towards its home. a colorless flake, drifting, on its own path, through the wind. dancing, an eternal, dance.
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