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As dawn's fog yawns exhausted jaws call upon tomorrows and beyond. Pondering somnolent solitude's honest and solemn qualms, the calm before ancient eons old atomic bomb; clouds becoming bells of bronze, air a balmy sauna, strands of photon blonde don tree awnings and lush bladed lawns strong enough to rouse flora, fauna frolicking along, faults and all their wrongs; summer sunrise, curtains, drapes are drawn, phenomenon a drama of God's pawns, audience applause the crawling pulse of this cosmic throng. But chronology's period more like a comma, pause, as falling autumns quick bygone, then a wave of frigid wand and winter's frostbitten trauma haunts; maudlin waters frozen wanton, fossilized to icy ponds, ossified swans mourn silenced songs their unspoken sonnets for want of warm renaissance.
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Jan 15, 2024
Jan 15, 2024 at 3:40 PM UTC
Swan Song
As dawn's fog yawns exhausted jaws call upon tomorrows and beyond. Pondering somnolent solitude's honest and solemn qualms, the calm before ancient eons old atomic bomb; clouds becoming bells of bronze, air a balmy sauna, strands of photon blonde don tree awnings and lush bladed lawns strong enough to rouse flora, fauna frolicking along, faults and all their wrongs; summer sunrise, curtains, drapes are drawn, phenomenon a drama of God's pawns, audience applause the crawling pulse of this cosmic throng. But chronology's period more like a comma, pause, as falling autumns quick bygone, then a wave of frigid wand and winter's frostbitten trauma haunts; maudlin waters frozen wanton, fossilized to icy ponds, ossified swans mourn silenced songs their unspoken sonnets for want of warm renaissance.
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Jan 15, 2024
Jan 15, 2024 at 3:40 PM UTC
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