At this our dusk
would fear
emit its certainty
a knowing glance
a realized tear.
In all of our misgivings
that overwhelming passion
returned inside a graying rule
of this our reality.
Oh to know when would be
the next wind,
the next passing breeze.
Truth is love.
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