She dances with him
his IV is arranged for this and sways with them
the room has a white rose upon the door
the way a solo bird rides quiet thermal cruisers
allowing only family, please
beyond the window
distant purple mountain heights thread silent snow tassels
whose tails suddenly curve back and downward
but only for an instant
She dances with him
his arms and hands hold hers though he begins to lose the beat
his eyes grow big and she whispers something onto his lips
he begins a curious relaxation
as her sudden sobbing enters his slow furl
and the mountain tassels curve away upward like light
it was an angel, it was an angel
Comments
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this was so beautifully sad.
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Wow. This is really deep.It was really sad at the end when the man died.You did a good job with this.
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