I only noticed,
the grey
of sky,
the steel
of cloud,
the fractured light,
in the hours
that chimed
and called
upon the
city rooftops,
their echoes
of time,
the closing
of yesterday,
for the trees
were silhouetted,
the woodland,
in knots
and fists,
of gales,
of night
and rages
of wind,
when she
simply turned
turned to rain
and fell
upon the silence
and softly
sadly,
just walked
away.
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