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A thousand melodies flock to her hair
with sharp talons sinking into grey flesh
and sharp voices cutting through autumn air
in a choir mourning before sunset.
Leaves gather at her feet to keep her warm;
the parts she had to sacrifice leave her,
but she will stand her ground beneath the swarm
and dig her roots into the earth deeper.
Silence for songs, death for life, loss for love
eternal darkness for golden hour;
you must wither for your time in the sun--
you’re only borrowing all that power.
To live is to die, you must die to live
and you will never live this day again.
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Sara Wynn
Poetry is my language, and Earth is my playground.
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