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The Passing


Outstretched hands

painted fingers

grasping at

remnants

of sunlight

as it lingers

in the distance.

Rustling flesh

falls in the wind

leaving only

skeletal remains

to maintain

the moon

as snow blankets

the winter’s tomb.

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