I do not know how to dress,
Should the grey flood in.
***
My fingertips glow.
I know the hour has arrived.
I don't want to go.
***
Ashes on your lips
From where you kiss the long dead.
You mourn eternal.
***
The beauty of rain
Drenching the branches and leaves
That sprout from your form.
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