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In these days of dust 3
building castles of smoke
reaching for sky
hangs heavy tears of stars
in the quiet spaces
the echo is forever
in these days of dust
the sun bleeds into rust
long shades that stretch
in ghosts of twilight
hangs heavy the air
in shrouds woven
of forgotten names
my breath is fragile
only shadows remain
and walk this earth
as watercolors in the rain
a canvas of all eternity
ticks the secret clock
rhythm in decay
through an hourglass, rages
the mirror, a stranger
a metronome echos the ages
in these oceans of dust
only I linger in the last days
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Poet Tellaferro
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