a view of cypress

she cast her gaze upon the cypress the letter clutched tightly in her hand

the setting sun drifting to sleep in lazy pink across the encroaching night sky

somewhere out there he lies moribund surrounded by strange faces alone

while a part of her is dying inside just as surely as the insect chorus plays on


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