The Branch

I came upon a single branch dying on a bed of life. The grass below seemed to smirk and wave as it gently pushed the death upon it towards the sky. A pyre of life for a forgotten limb, I wondered why it was there. Was it the wind I heard or the gentle whisper of someone holding on for just a second longer.

-OM

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