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Random Poem:

Cheerful Death (Revised)

Weight relieved with
brief, nostalgic goodbyes
barren limbs rise
lifelessly greeting the chill wind
Joy's dry tears descend, gracefully
to their death.
Loose red puddles,
fade to brown,
crunch cheerily beneath my feet.
The white death
can't hurt what is breathless.
His suffocating blanket
perches uselessly, victimless.
But he too falls,
at the slumbering skeleton's base,
Fluffy puddles of white
squelch sadly
beneath my feet.
Even death must sleep.
Joy's children peek tentatively
from otherwise barren structures,
becoming dewdrops...
then tears of joy, unshed,
that whisper instead, while
greeting the warm wind again.
Limbs bear the weight.
A patient mother
gently dancing with her children,
who, in return, shade her
and all but my feet.
On confiscated vehicles of sustenance
white death returns,
demanding respect,
in a surprise attack.
Desperate to survive,
limbs and tears bow in submission,
and tenderly touch the ground,
hoping it is enough.
Unsatisfied, death suffocates,
more, More, MORE.
The weight of death, on her children, is too much.
No one hears the tears fall,
only the limbs
that lay at my feet.
In the face of warmth,
Death is forced to retreat from battle.
After a warm and prosperous dance,
the wind becomes chill, to warn
mother and children
"Death is coming again."
So that their mother might live,
the children say their goodbyes,
from beneath my feet.

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