AN END


    Is it ugly to you?


    The sight of fading things,


    dying things? Things


    returning to the soil?


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    Do you fear an end


    like this? Trampled underfoot,


    no one stopping to


    smell the bouquet,


    no one bothering to gaze down


    at the flood of color


    keeping the dull glaze


    of winter at bay.