Challenge
You're a Pompeiian poet. Volcanic ash is raining down. You write one last poem. What is it?
ash
Like snowflakes
purely white
delicately float
each fluttering
sinking till their
crystals tap the earth
then a furious flurry
descends like madness
covering the ground
the black flakes fell
signifying the end
coating our world
and we were the snowflakes
blindly falling
to what we thought
was the end
and it was
but a bitter one, indeed
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