Attempting to write from musical imagery
Spread to sail like palms against the wind
Bearing down such lush green gazes
Melancholy scent drips from every end
Filling body and air with dancing hazes
Acceptance swells my throat,
liquidation of reservations.
Vibrancy fans across the skyward plain
Marble view cracks beneath splintered hands
Silently webbed dream, wizened to pain,
"To be cut down is to be where one lands"
And I stand quietly thinking
how nature nurtures in death
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