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I remember that cloudy rainy afternoon

The bereaved hovering close together

A light shower weeping upon a flower

That should be living but isn’t.

I remember silent songbirds

Huddled on bare tree limbs

Evoking insane emotions

Whispered woefully to the wind.

I stood shivering there

Left with naught within

Except maybe a memory or two

Just standing on the edge

Or perhaps just dying inside . . . .