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Man-of-war

The man-of-war floats.
in the soft cool air.
His fingers graze
leaf topped trees.
Their life slowly
withers,
leaving,
only brown hard death.

© rlbusséll 2018

a tree in the snow tendrils from the sky

a tree in the snow tendrils from the sky

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March 4, 2018rlbussell

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