Days I’ve walked the silence followed,
At times in creed, the night in greed,
Solemnly starred the watch once made,
And soon the light became once unmade,
At least I find the shadow defined,
The circle beneath, the radius divine,
Once past the sanctum, my heart relents,
Gestures towards the wreathes the same,
Thus their thorns guise their beauty,
So too mine eyes at their venom glare,
Now by the centre of home and tree,
I bring free the hours that lived,
For the seconds I’ve made are justly
Fake, as real for mine but hast’ly fade.

Mysterious, Nature, Poetry, Works
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