Dancing pearly whites descending from the sky
Twirling to the tune of the wind
Creating an enticing masterpiece
Sent from heaven
Sitting on the trees
Creating cotton balls
And forming an angelic white cover on the
streets
Cristina Infante
Feb. 2021
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