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Nov 2021
Leaning more to
Winter now,

I set a silent
time aside

become a thing
crepuscular,

led in and out
of twilights.

This vintner's loss
of glass-blown height,

too intricate
to comprehend,

like promises
we occupy,

leads meaning
to an end.
A W Bullen
Written by
A W Bullen  Cardiff
(Cardiff)   
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