blossoms smell like fish:
faint alone, but together
the sea comes to land.
drizzle turns to haze
which burns and fades into blue
humid spring sunshine.
new leaves patterning
green across blue; downy gold
goslings ignore us.
red-stained watered eyes
uncertainty if death comes
or life stays tonight.
what may one say or
do? the pain remains inside
whether shared or not.
O God, my God, why?
Hast thou forsaken others?
I care not of me.
fires blaze as they go
words smash through frosted windows:
the shadow of death.
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