Crimson clouds hang low.
The day’s embers glow softly,
burning down to dusk.
Drops of falling rain,
Waiting, outstretched tongue.
Desperately seeking my
The past is a guide;
A companion who leads you
Into the future
The night air’s cold hand
reaches down and pulls my breath
in shards from my chest.
I go to freeze on dark tides
I wake before three.
for another’s riches
Waves, softly lapping
Dappled light wanders.
Across the lush, verdant grass
Crimson clouds hang low. The day’s embers glow softly, Burning down to dusk.
I wake before three I go to freeze on dark tides For another’s riches
“Step to the board and don’t forget to show your work.” He hands me the chalk.
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