And all those things that make before and after,
They shall pass too in flame of autumn leaves.
Transcendence they inevitably preach
And wishes breed all strong and wholehearted.

It may have never written been in draws,
As paths of luck unknown in the world.
Peculiar hurdle in a play of Lord, -
It's past and, therefore, solid in the odds.

By looks of Sun are novel curls forged,
In winter palettes, toughen, flex and glow.
It's try, that differentials resolves
And ornaments archives where always they belonged.

November 2023