the sky's falling
breathe slow
with ashes and smoke
finally to meet the earth
it is breaking into frags
to its decision, now it goes
breathe slow
with ashes and smoke
finally to meet the earth
it is breaking into frags
to its decision, now it goes
like snow it feels
like cotton rains
never to what it thought
to which it slowly sways
soft and shallow
the sky's falling
all of us breathe slow
Shringi
31 March 2008
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