44/365
November 14, 2011
Just a blush of red on the tips of these leaves
and underneath the yellow glows
against a blue sky
passing clouds
limbs astir
from breeze.
I could lie here forever
die with this vision blazed in my eyes
knowing life was,
not only too painful to bear,
but truly an experience of aesthetic perfection.
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