are dying
they pierce the sunset sky
like funhouse figure skeletons death hilarious
fronds swoon melting like tears
all the colours of blood stream fantastic in the firmament
and beneath
the sea grieves
cold dark blind
The Pines
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Flynnpoetry 
Moving – will they survive? MH
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