sunset tendencies
in a violet mist rising
as my garden grows
along a meandering path
molten through time’s
aching presence
the shadows of
the weaver’s hand
as i long for his embrace
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sunset tendencies
in a violet mist rising
as my garden grows
along a meandering path
molten through time’s
aching presence
the shadows of
the weaver’s hand
as i long for his embrace