The full beauty always fades
Flittering down
Dancers of the air
Speaking in whispers
Hush, hush, hush
A rattling death
Curling and twisting
bones sharp
translucent
Roits of colour
Turning to blood and rust
Flaking and shattering
Perfect sculptures of death
Exquisite
Red
of blood long dried
Gold
of sunlight long faded
And the perfect in between
We marvel and wonder
At the beauty of the dying.
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The Wild in My Mind
PoetryA on-going poetry selection of little sparks that flutter into my mind from emotions, passions and the elsewhere... (#428)
