Translucancy: A day
Held up to light
transparancy to brillance,
a red glow fired
in the heat of a sun.
A cold breeze froze it
and a steady hand opened it,
and a passionate quake tore it apart.
Took to seed
and green in season- grow.
Yellow mists of mourning,
when the sun brings back brillance.
Oh, begin again-
hold it out once more.
-Matthew Koutzun
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