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Frost in Passing
Where one to find their lifetime
any less for words
in gentle breeze blow in to weigh
the frost
as it lay each
blade of grass
by their sway
to turn into mid morning's dew drops of water to slowly all go away
lost into the run up of the midday's sun,
what would for their time to share in life find them to say
that it was only a good life to live by the blade
gone before the sun shines its light full where one finds to lay
their life to pass on before afternoons shadow finds shade
to darken frost for dew drops
in for their passing
© C4U53|4|414RM
any less for words
in gentle breeze blow in to weigh
the frost
as it lay each
blade of grass
by their sway
to turn into mid morning's dew drops of water to slowly all go away
lost into the run up of the midday's sun,
what would for their time to share in life find them to say
that it was only a good life to live by the blade
gone before the sun shines its light full where one finds to lay
their life to pass on before afternoons shadow finds shade
to darken frost for dew drops
in for their passing
© C4U53|4|414RM
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