I forget names
With me the earth
Perhaps untimely
Lurking
For a fistful of sky
Still blue
The leaves
Fondle the
Brusque breeze
Scorched
Wounds learn
To heal inflamed
Mourning
in silence
Frozen
As the glaciers
Ought to be
I embrace
What they say
Nothingness
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