Tag: days
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The Passing of Days
It seemed that sounds as virulent as SpringSurrounded me, when I least suspectingWas being readied as burnt offering.La danza del Fuego around nothing: The heat of air, the sting of death, The crassDays of Spring. Whatever comes to the day,Whatever sets at night is cold as brass.Entangled with tides of Spring, All is grey. As…
Derbeel Q8 