Hanging, lingering,
Between the earthly black and the
Pure ether blue.
The leaves perform their dainty, death dance
Before wafting toward the depths - the earthly black.
All we see is the naked, anemic arms.
It loiters in the tepid air,
The long look, the immoderate stare.
Longing to be called home,
Longing to be given back.
Aiming for the ether blue,
It lashes into the earthly black.
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