Dark bare branches peeking out and over and through golden leaves,
as skeleton fingers and arms freeing themselves from brilliantly colored clothes.
Pieces of disrobed golden raiment float and fall and land on the ground,
soundless, but for the struggle of liberation.
The dying writhe and twist to be free,
the living cling on.
The cold damp ground becomes cloaked in warmth and gold,
while the naked body dies and becomes still.
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