The Last Fall
reach for me as the perfect petals
of the last flower does reaching
for a failing sun
am I failing with it
and when does one question leave shadows
darker now encroaching devouring
every little thing
rhyme and reason still struggle
unannounced unseen unheard
yet the sky quakes from the silent roar
of her answering
outstretched
eyes
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