Late year sun let be drowned in horizon,
Abstract of cumulative months netted
With rendezvous of fallen petal from lids.
Singth wings more whitened and wishful
Upon the whrilwind of collective remnicents,
Warmth of rays from dispersed sensations
And beelining infatuations in the store
Are neck breaking swindle the moods.
Old sun on metallic platter dust gathered
May not serve the reeds of next year.
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