She walks
out in the sun. The wind blows in her hair and she feels good. Fall is here and
the sun burns. Once, the clouds dim the sun and she feels the cold from the
dark. The death comes but she runs out of its shade and out in the sun. She
feels the warmth and that time she knows that this time of the year, the time
of the sun, has no end. It will not leave her to die in the shades but hide her
from the end that is death.
She knows
that as long as she is, no things will end.
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An odd version of the story in the poem, leaving out the idea that it is the poem itself that makes her immortal. And what's with the Fall stuff?
ReplyDeleteGood work on the one-syllable words, and on the fear of death.
LIke the picture sequence, too!
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