Blocking

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The sun was too bright,
the clouds too puffy.
A susurrant breeze
strummed the grass
with too soothing
a melody.

A sharp struck blow
and groan,
blood fans out
in a mist,
runs in rivulets,
settles in pools.

An hour till sunset
and the sun hangs low,
longing to disappear.
It was too lovely,
its arc across the sky
demanded a response.

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