Because You Asked About The Line Between Prose And Poetry

 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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