The 31st
She dances
inside the music,
her watchers listening
in silence,
as she spins
and pirouettes
across,
then down
to the crowded
forest floor,
one leaf,
one tree,
one sky,
for the fallen,
the ground settles
to her melody,
for she’ll fly
and listen
to the wind
no more.
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