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Branches (one)
Embers of a smothering, silent, purple fire
rise above their hosts, crackling
with fragments of solemn warnings
from a voice filled with ice and the
disappointments of tomorrow, climbing
past the great logs that provide life,
they rise through the grates, seeking
freedom, only to fade, as forewarned,
forgotten,
into the mighty wind, silenced by an
encompassing yet uncaring
blanket of rain.
