doomed beauty

As I stumble about
amidst the beauty of the trees' network of
nearly naked limbs, modestly dotted with birds against
skies of a grey mixed of oranges and purples,
lit from below by the glowing boxes,
I am often filled with a heart-breaking nostalgia
for the way things are.

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