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...floating away

 

We quietly observe,  
            standing in this place,  
awkward ugly moves  
            in the modern rat-race.  
 
Same play, different day,  
            same sun shining,  
no one ever told you  
            "everything dying."  
 
We learn life in gravestone stories.  
 
In moans, lone tomes, and wild bones  
                        lay the scattered-old  
            brave bold glories.  
 
Every dream shattered...  
                        a light rose, shone  
            early dawn trills.  
 
High, bright in the green grown  
                        beams, streams,  
            and loafing hills, where  
the fetter filled scenes  
            never mattered.  
Oshinome
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