Crimson clouds hang low.
The day’s embers glow softly,
burning down to dusk.
The past is a guide;
A companion who leads you
Into the future
Drops of falling rain,
Waiting, outstretched tongue.
Desperately seeking my
I go to freeze on dark tides
I wake before three.
for another’s riches
The night air’s cold hand
reaches down and pulls my breath
in shards from my chest.
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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