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Here they sat 
Detached from reality
 evoking their stagnant passion
Calling to mind the scattered emotion 
reliving the certain days
Of lively jabs 
Gathering of glee 
And resounding vibes  
Alas the cloak falls
The chiming stops
The wheels is clog 
The wind is dumb
The zeal is numb 
Sure feet approaches
The still minds
Echoing from the distance
The bellowing wind
That would waft away
The stilled one
With a leafy branch

Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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