Beautiful sight
Before my eyes,
Glitter is falling
From the skies.
If I breathe
Some will die,
Making them extinct,
Each, one of a kind.
They won’t get the chance
To reach the ground,
They are so pure and innocent,
Not making a sound.
Between my lips
Hot air is exhaled,
A cloud is formed,
Their mission has failed.
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