Thin whispers begrudgingly reproach our life spent;
Past arranged, young blue ladies on the banks running.
Relentlessly gathering folds of life's garment
Bitterness on the lips regret the escape, dreading.
Stoic, significance lost as mind changes hand,
Lovelorn and battered from a crashing existence.
Conspiratorial epiphanies clatter and
The shining example of man dies in silence.
A grostesque harmony clings to glories unknown,
The patient watch resonating sounds forgotten.
Car-beetle shine, the wind across the flagstones blown
The faintest image of a true life awoken.
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