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Shredded bits of paper from the sky

Sprinkles of snow

A sea of white and letters.

Rain soaked paper in the street

Rivers of white water

A river of must.

People stream out of open doors

Trudging through sog

Blinded in fog.

Bits stories survive the deluge

Eyes that seek may see

Most think they see
But are blind.

Lets play a game. Try and guess what this poem is about. There is a specific idea behind this poem. The title should give you hint.