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Fallen
Tears fall drop by drop.
Silent as a pin drops.
Words have been repeated more than necessary...
yet....still get repeated.
As the sun falls...
The snow angel falls, after all the sun does melt what is left.

Using the last of the power....
All the memories shall shower.
What is left...
will need to be found.
That one angel was always bound.
Blind.
Lost.
Frost.
Drip. Drop...the blood is lost.

What was seen before...
can never be seen again.
All because that is not the way of lost & found.

Trial and error always occurred.
But one mustn't give up.
That was that one angel's story...
but no longer more.
Lips locked.
Arms twisted.
Legs buckled.
The screams, the cry for help...
What is done, will never be undone.
Furthermore there is no fun...
The sun and angel are done.
Like the body burning ashes...
The strong wings finally encase the broken and fallen.
leaving all the light,
bring in the darkness all within...
-Snow that flutters down like feathers