© G. V. 02-26-2013, All Rights Reserved
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Time's transfer single was and matte;
regaling feast that closed to near,
with festal laughs, sepia contrast,
her threading weaved in blooms appear;
But keeps in flames, her eyes' lone glance,
expands her theme in sunset flare,
her words and moves on sepia dance.
on loved she waits, nostalgic fare.
In mists fled far, cross gift to hurt,
I drink her stare, she sends the rain
of Winter mists and years' my flirt;
oblate to skies red wine's refrain.