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as the wither dries
a calm
the child grasps at the thin air and looks about
while the freeze hints
a quiet
the child cannot rest and walks through the aged forest
when the shine tarnishes
a stillness
the child looks to the murky sky and pauses briefly
then the suffer looms
a resignation
the child laments the vibrant past but will not return
and the fade masses
a breath
the child passes a decaying branch disturbing some dust
so the end lingers
a peace
the child drifts with the dust to the ground and sleeps
-david rbV '5
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