The amber sunset twists down the sky
while they lay motionless beneath the clouds,
their finely sculpted bodies
woven like unattended vines.
With eyes of laughter and mouths of pain,
they wait for the sky to fall.
Silver shadows climb damp branches
as darkness thickens.
Surging clouds shake the night.
The waning moon trembles above,
reflecting nature's motives.
Stones beneath aching backs
fight against the burden,
while blades of grass wave above
to the night air song.
Cold earth dances atop their faces like sleet
as their sky rains down.
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