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The shine
The seasons are swaying
A mild allaying
Cast in a line til’ the shine is greying
These sessions, painstaking
Of regrets we are weighing
Our eyes, surveying
Focus—
we’re fraying
A mild allaying
Cast in a line til’ the shine is greying
These sessions, painstaking
Of regrets we are weighing
Our eyes, surveying
Focus—
we’re fraying
Published 8th Nov 2024
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