And in one September night
it rained butterflies.
Trees fluttered to the cloud burst
leaves squeezed to the stone drop
bruised by crash , so careless
they turned terrifically , in cold
to the wind and ripple
loosing all anxieties.
A single gasp or sigh seldom one hears
because all that is passion -prompt
and survival need
of these earthed things
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