On the Knoll

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sun cracks the cleaves
births through petals new life springs
drops dew through eaves
cries a newborn brings

waning beauty with me
wrinkles of time crows
through your eyes' dignity
ticking heart slows

it seems
partially
dreams
gracefully

Why is the day so sly
Under the clouds drifting by

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