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by Amanda Conner
As she follows down the broken road,
twilight falls.
Reflected in her eyes, a raspy moon hangs on shattered tears.
Hand lifted to the heavens,
she prays to whichever god will listen.
A tattered spirit cries at her fingertips.
Legs, which have lost all strength
give way to the crumpled leaves and angry wind.
Somber trees grasp for a solemn moment.
And in her final breath,
Autumn sleeps.