If The Sun Wrinkles the Earth.

A stem is gone,
The leaves won’t shiver,
As the wind swirl around

A portrait that is blank,
A sky, austere as dust
Sprinkle on the blue view

Of your eyes that see no stem,

That holds petals
And leaves,
That won’t quiver,

Because the earth is wrinkled.

–Arch

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