Wisdom of Age
Clusters of Days beneath time,
chapters of deeds it contains.
Bedsheets of deeds, bias, fair.
Looking through the window,
memories of walking with Hades.
Dancing not, a little more with juvenile sculptures.
polished under the blades of aberration,
I greed for more feat, looking out for a new race,
smiling more at the mirror of appointment.
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