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A Tired Season...

Shadows murmur

across the hills --

voices, faint,

an ancient chorus.

A tired season

slowly enters

sleep's provence.

Sighs linger,

caught ephemeral,

in vapors or

in dreams.

Secrets, older than

centuries,

long to be revealed.

Smoke and dusk

embrace;

old eyes strain --

deaf ears fall

short

of forgotten lore,

the meaning lost.

Silent footfalls

follow vague

whispers.

Fires flicker, fade.

This landscape,

growing dim,

transverses night

and time.

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Published: Oct 7, 2010
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