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What beautiful decay
As sunlight paints all in gold
A cresting wave
Along a distant bay
Gulls cry high into a clear sky
Its tyrannical son burns all away.
Summer has come
What beautiful decay
As evening dies on horizons blade
A splash of crimson
Deep in forgotten May
Amber n indigo lay lazy on the shores
Autumn lingers behind the day
What beautiful decay
A chill frosts the burnt ground
Ice is deep into tomorrow
Brittle leaves are death shroud
Broken branches reach
Winter’s shadows a frozen sound
What beautiful decay
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Poet Tellaferro
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