November 29, 2007
Tufts billow up and scatter about
suspended above the ground
sunset snowflakes carve the air
not daring to peep a sound

A pink flicker unveiled by the sun
followed by a splatter
one life has ended one heart has stopped
ceased its pitter patter

Glowing bright and gleaming,
the tree has returned to it original state
its blade always shining.

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