Behind the Trees

How the skies follow
every movement!

The sun hangs low,
bright in the eyes
that no longer see
before the face.

Pale white rests
behind the trees,
carrying their chill
on the winds.

A dragging night
forgets its dreams.

Brief morning breaths
seek new sweets.

behind-the-trees

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