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Contorted cloud of fleeting cotton clumps 
Sad to see the contours of changing shape 
Tells the wind to stop blowing across the sky 
The face adorned with the shine of silver lines 
As the spent sun sinks below remote skyline. 

The last sunrays paint the leaves auburn 
In the scorching summer heat their faces curl 
As the essence of youth is lost in the air dry 
In the fall wind they fly away from the bough 
Tree waits for the spring to usher in the green. 

The lilting lean buds open their dry eyes 
The sleeping petals wake up to shape the bloom 
The flowers soaking the colors of the spring air 
Share the hues of the sunset sky with butterflies
Until the spectacle of splendor withers forlorn. 

In the quietude of the serene silver moonshine 
With my shadow trailing your fading footprints
My aloneness walks me in the desolate track 
It’ll saunter until I find you engraved in my soul 
And you see me still in the shadow of silence.

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October 28, 2022
For A Brian Strand Premiere Choice Contest

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