Bladed ripples,
Leaves trees crippled,
While colors blend with such ease,
Above us all clouds will heave.
Gust of wind,
Was once near by.
Ash of kin,
Didn't say goodbye.
There they lie,
Apart six feet.
Never said goodbye,
So until we meet.
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