the silhouettes of trees

in the fading light of dusk


containing all sunsets

that were or will be


and me in my temporary

life in this identity


all the melancholy

of the past


subsumes the falling night

absorbs all the mystery


and paints a scene

of realization holding more


that my mind could hold

or that my heart could bear....








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