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Ecruteak
Blue moon in a rosy sky
where starlight conducts my dreams.
A cloud woven tapestry
sewn with patterned seams.
My foggy eyes
can no longer hold their gaze
in the citylight’s saffron blaze
where happier days seem to hide.
Written in autumn leaves,
painted on winter storms.
As I peer through spring,
summer feels unborn.
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where starlight conducts my dreams.
A cloud woven tapestry
sewn with patterned seams.
My foggy eyes
can no longer hold their gaze
in the citylight’s saffron blaze
where happier days seem to hide.
Written in autumn leaves,
painted on winter storms.
As I peer through spring,
summer feels unborn.
#poetry #writco #WritcoQuote
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