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sacred

the rain
in brilliant swashes
strips the yellow
leaves from their
perches, leaving a
patchwork of
beautiful death
on the shiny
wet ground.

like carrion rot
on the forest floor
they wait for a
slow burial

covering, with
subtle colors,
last years’
fallen.

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