In the span of a breath, everything changed
It fell from her hand, hung from a limp trunk
Glinting with hazard, its surface warned us
Of perils she ignored, or so we thought.

Her voice climbed branches mellifluously
Effortlessly returning humanity
Back to us so we could hear the melody
Of our own souls singing forgotten songs

I miss the unsung, unwritten music
That filled infinite possible nightclubs
If we could only dart into the past
Quickly enough to pluck it from her arm.

gnarled tree



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