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In she spoke of waiting
Her final days long
These fields have changed since last she
the silent throng

She where childhood memories lie
Above, beside, within
The have outlived the hand
Which bled to begin them

As features of the merge
The oldest are falling
Awareness sweeps the aside
She stares as if

Seen first the canopy
They had reached the borders
The clouds with burning breath
from coldest corners

The windswept hastens now
As dying are uttered
From lips of and sapling's strain
Like leaves, her thoughts fluttered

it darkens overhead
The knowledge of it me
And when the water to fall
Preserve the drop kills me