On a granite day,

Distant from the month May,

Feet trace the roadway,

Path far from dismay.


And then untold,

A shower unfolds,

White petals fall,

Grand splatter on display.

 

Calm and collected,

Like a plane coils,

A twist and a turn,

Avoiding machine gun.


Million cold bullets,

Dancing under the moonlight,

Gleaming as if under daylight,

This is what you get,

You get a shower of white. 

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