Rhydisias' Dawn
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Vade mecum, standing afore anticipations threshold; joyous awe
While as beholding this blankets golden bed....
Scented late Autumns leaves which lay so still in silence
Restive aneath the solitary branches; blinking eyes
Waiting for a Winters journey to thus commence
A falls brightened reflections, caressing such protege hues
Painting now their truer colours in mint; as they weep no more
Amid the solemn winds which have always been
Solstices arctic bitter, carved by this crescents cold....
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....`Rhydisias' Dawn • £
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