Light
Darts among the trees
flitting and flirting
with friends
unknown comrads
his little shape
brown, copper, cream
his joy is his wings
he can fly
but
too quick, too innocent
frieght train collision
fallen soldier
twitching
slowing
breathing
breath
still
quiet
gone
1 comment:
this is utterly beautiful. a lovely ode to the fallen soldier.
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