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A Requiem
The sun
Silently soaked
Sings in the yellow
Haze, these forbidden
Days on my heart that
Hang, tip of the weather
The dazzling weight of wonder
Air as light as a feather
Drifting through the seat
The slats of time sit
Slowly in the breaking
Word that spellbinds
Rain has gone
On vacation.
Left
For eden
The sky sighed
And died dreaming
Of rolling clouds gleaning
Proud and gleaming
In the green
Gaze of hollow
Stumps see through
Trees look but do not
Sway, their old
Gold leaves
Bay.
The glaze
Of summer still
Saturated in the blooming
Sun shall not wilt when
Its house of rays
Built on the horizon's song
Cascading the day
Long is the feeling
Washed and winnowing free
Freshly mown and heavy
Sat shimmering plainly
And settled serenely
The past a dream
A requiem.
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