and falls on the passionate.
Birds of prey seek shelter from the icy winds
slicing through their silver drafts.
The sky's palette darkens to a heavy burdened gray.
The remnants of azure quickly subside.
Across the dimly lighted town of trust a child
tosses bliss into the air.
His effort breeds exaltation.
Tosses become hurls.
Hurls become launches.
And the blistering rain approaches.
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