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A desperate scream shook the muddy forest of fleeting thought,
A tattered leaf, still green, wetted a solemn knot.
Having broken from its stem, descending to the fallen fray,
Its unwillingness to bend gave way to acceptance, then decay.
Stressed by winds of old, its once firm edges began to sway,
Yet, even torn and tattered, there remained a will, a way.
One life concluded in the hush of twilight's breath,
Yet in its quiet passing, a moth heralded new life from death.
-DEATHflare
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