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Sunday, February 27, 2011
Descent
I have watched as days turned into flowers;
As petals fell, brittle sepia,
The sun beat loudly, passing time.
Ants cheering the falling feast
Fall mute; the sun sits low,
And lingers longer,
Until one day,
It rises,
Again,
New.
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