A twisting devil
dances,
silently spinning
the dust,
lifting up the dead,
cemented in decay.
Miscellaneous debris
waltzes upward
together,
alive in motion,
swirling and twirling,
kissing the air.
Slowly falling,
too soon released,
downward, downward,
resting silent
and still...hopeful
to fly again.
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