Nothing is new in this world of blue dark
Filling empty spaces with its gone void
With every height in its flow and spark
Sunshine of past summers to the dim decoyed
Love songs of yesterdays flowing away
Filling the spaces of shadow's gray mist
Now is the song of frosty winter's day
With every aspect of deepness twist
Diamonds of raindrops from the autumn past
With tinctured leaves of love songs from rust
Submerged silver of the feelings that go
To subterranean of memories cast
Bouquets in the forgotten book of lost
That still in your dreams might live on and glow
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