Scattered Stones

Scattered stones.
Crows scream crimson
in the distance.
Grass
waving in the wind
like pale hands
waiving goodbye to the living.

As the waterfall passes through
the eyes of the murky fire,
cold and sharp,
the wind cries
as tears fall on roses
punishing the earth.

Lying in the rose garden
the fire burns on.
Only to be extinguished
when the salty sea is dead.


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