enough of wandering
following dawn's color
or the lagging sun
fools chase illusion
deluded by waves
beyond rhyme
you sang of stars
in harmony and light
I cried for more
in a perfect wind
deep in a green forest
we found the lake
fringed in velvet roses
lutes of poetry
rang their tunes
but on the turning path
darkness stalked
like a sunset melody
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