Trees flame at the top and drop their leaves,
arching dark and elegant below. Bare and barely
recognizable. This is their gift. Their worship
clumps below like so much refuse,
knowing in itself that it has lived.
arching dark and elegant below. Bare and barely
recognizable. This is their gift. Their worship
clumps below like so much refuse,
knowing in itself that it has lived.
Ah. Beautiful!
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