you swayed so gracefully in the paths of the sun,
moving angelically in and out of light,
flightlessly dancing over all of our faces and souls,
creating silhouettes and shadows,
and you gather.
you gather the roses that,
in your heart,
bloom in the spring time.
and since it is spring, it's time!
your heart is blooming,
so gather, gather
your roses and the sun.
listen to her whisper.
this is
the wind.
this is
your chilling spine.
this is the
way we say goodbye.
this is not
normal.
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