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It Isn't Only Flakes That Fall

by Annette Wynne

It isn't only flakes that fall
On the street and roof and all,
All the day and evening hours,
But white and shining stars and flowers.

A million, million tiny stars,
Dropping from the cloudy bars,
Falling softly all around,
On my sleeve and on the ground.

A million, million flowers white,
Falling softly day and night—
But not a leaf or stem at all—
It isn't only flakes that fall.