For the Fallen

with a heavy heart 

she watches 

lofty snowflakes 

drifting downward, 

so light 

they're lifted-up 

by the slightest breeze 

in a beautiful display 

of delayed falling;

leaving her longing

for any inkling-

warm hearted 

in memory,

for even one

moment's serenity

in anti-gravity

for the fallen

-M.E.

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