The Young
He was elusive, the eye overhead
His endless glitter, embrace me
Cringed shadows. Gardens of light
Conveying prospect resilient gaze.
Behind my encasement,
Indolent winds grow fainter the sky,
I am lost. A becoming
Perhaps death, colors fade away.
The hands of time flaccid wilt.
Days void of warmth and comfort
Hasten. Indifference nears
Time passes. Stone-quiet
Beauty renowned.
Flowers bloomed in your presence
I understand. Bright as fire,
Phoenix in flight.
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