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Roses
And claim the light by rolling off the sleeves.
In falling swirls, shading utter bliss,
Ice flakes in frost's fog dance, as night derives
Intrinsic play and views of stainless kind.

Array of murmurs, roses on a leash
Fell unaccounted on edge of chosen ridge, -
Will noone chase the thoughts, at ease escaping mind:
The fruitful joy at glance just spells a trivial find.

As glow submerges us, with all the ages lit,
It's only rare change that makes a perfect fit.
The one's desire only one can hold, -
As line reborn and futures come to walk in human fold.

June 2022
LF
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