Thoracic clouds stream
Healthy with motion
In wisps of whipped cream
Slinging dew potion
Lifting flower face
Open to receive
Veritas of grace
Exultant to heave
Wilted decays past
Insolvent in debt
Letting fortune last
Longer than regret
Salvaged from bounties
Across the divide
Valued in counties
Ever to provide
Legacies of truth
In churning reason
Fetching hidden youth
Each passing season.
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