The shade of the mushroom still lingers.
It shrouds the sky in a steel veil.
Just beyond reach are the blue of her irises.
Saplings yearn for her plump neck kisses
For them to assume the might of oaks.
With each passing day,
Their blades wilt in remembrance.
The classical notes of nightingales
Brought a surge of lift to their cumbersome feet
As they waltzed on air.
" Oh Sol,
I miss you.
The furnace of our fission churned out my charcoal pigment.
Brittle and crisp to the core
Until you're on que.
Heavenly sent. "
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