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As the sun goes down,
The shadows lengthen.
Another day passes,
into obscure oblivion
A thousand words,
Said and done…
A thousand more,
Unsaid and drowned.
A tree is up in flames
Of bright orange blooms
The blazing spring sun
Burns a jealous crimson!
Birds and bees flock the riot
Of more than a thousand flowers
As the sprightly fireball
traverses horizon…
Sleep eludes the eye
On a fullmoon lit fare
Fear of the morning after
Again losng a day to despair
Or running thru night
By memories ‘n nightmare
A thousand thoughts
Cross the cluttered mind
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Wise | OtherWise 