The day,
Which had been bitter and chill,
Grew soft and still.
Quietly
From some invisible blossoming tree
Millions of petals cool and white
Drifted and blew,
Lifted and flew,
Fell with the falling night
-- Melville Cane
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| Suddenly the sky turned gray, The day, Which had been bitter and chill, Grew soft and still. Quietly From some invisible blossoming tree Millions of petals cool and white Drifted and blew, Lifted and flew, Fell with the falling night -- Melville Cane |
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