Coals grow dull. In the twilight
Transparent twinkle twinkle.
So splashing on a crimson poppy
Wing azure moth.
Visions variegated string
Attracts, tired looking gaze,
And unsolved faces
From the ashes of gray look.
Gets up affectionately and amicably
Past happiness and sadness
And the soul lies that she does not need
All that deeply sorry.
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