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Reflecting on rose colored fragments in a chasm of faded memories
Overturned in my mind like the sunset at dawn, bathed in blood orange rays
Youth can appear tragically picturesque from a distance (now safe in a gold frame)
Gradation of time has led me through greener woods to a place in this modest present
Being Here - that is the focus from which all else expands along the azure horizon
Instead I follow a flow of thoughts that pull me forward, deep into a sapphiric haze
Visions of the future flicker like froth on moonlit waves of a lilac sea



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