In The Fall

Grass is apathetic like the audience watching flowers atrophy like freedom. Grasses' splendor is gone too. Flowers fall from branches onto stone, into pieces like stars up in Heaven, like hailstones, like Satan, like mountains on us, like forests after axes and snow is falling faster in an open field. There they lie in my troubled nights dreaming with the rest in deep sleep. They are crushed. I am shaken. There is no counsel in my nation. As soon as it is noticed, it is taken like butterflies caught in a net. Beauty is lost forever. Shadows vanish with the wind. Where are the hands of God to catch them as they fall?

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YouTube | November 14, 2008

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