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by petals swept in mourning winds
pollens wafting on a careless breeze
does bond, a blunt bridge cannot
and our parallel path, did cross

flashed

was heedless leaks of glimmer
moon shine through crack, glows
beacon upon naked coarse nadir
reflection aroused as spring's cold

dismals aching the ever yester
gloom comings momentarily shines
passage of burned out cinders
remains bosom for winter's mime