Two leaves dancing in the breeze:
Pale blue skies,
Oppressed by Thund'rous Lies
Sustained in time with fluid ease.
And with Grace, you brought me to my knees:
The Golden Glow,
In the Inferno Below.
Whispering in your perfect ear: please, please, please.
Age Ripens us all, as leaves mourn their Fall:
To be lost in Obscurity,
Forever bound to Divinity.
And as the lights fade dimly, it's your face I recall.
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