• Tricia D. Wagner

Witching the Stars #13


Fragile as spindles of crystals.

Rarified, blemishless jewels.

One life lived with flair, with intention.

One fall, and one beauty, death cools.

No mortal can fathom the reaches

a soul, flesh departed, attains

Too precious, this single occurrence

of life -

but then, no life remains.

And yet not just one sunset troubles

the otherwise apatite sky.

But evening on evening befalls us

by thousands, yet none can say why.

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