The peel of the church bells
floated on the air
from the valley beyond
and as they did
the setting sun reflected in her eyes
Orange and red in the sky,
white light in her corneas,
a glowing ball
balancing on the very top
of the hills in the west.
The shadow crept along the ground,
passing over her and engulfing her,
as she was telling the bees,
of her sorrow and pain.
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