Light of a Dying Day
A thick dim light strained throught a heavy sky|
Oozing over all it touched with a mother's care.
Lazily basking were the dying trees alined
Letting only the wind make watchers aware
Of a stagnate death devouring all confined.
A dim bird leaped from a sagging limb
But not toward the act of flight's care.
Yet to the plummet of doom far grim
To the beginning of gravity's lair
Individuals seen less as days dim.
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