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greying splendor

greying splendor:
seasonal words
dying tones--
unready for a
season of snow.

tired old metaphor
for silent whisperings
father time, your unsublime
 with mine.

from this moments
strong , young self
2 tomorows soul in space...

dedicatedly, waltz breaths
measured, distance-
tottering dance

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greying splendor