Autumnal Proper

hurt
and
tears
burn my bones.

and i smile.
i smile and i laugh
and i play.

A Leaf falls to the ground.
Whimsically,
Rapidly,
Interminably,

Falling.

Soon,
my burning bones
will be the only light
in the sea of winter.

What sweet bile, and
so completely inadequate.

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