Mackerel sky

morning rose

 

years roll by

like dust

 

imperceptible

interchangeable

 

lost from us.

 

Dust motes

in empty room

 

hand reaches.

 

Gold falls

through fingers

 

nothing to grasp.

 

Your words

of love

 

echo:

 

I wait for feeling:

my heart

 

transcendent.

 

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