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Fade - Fighting the dying light
When I met you, looked deep into those black-velvety eyes, I knew I found my muse, a Blue jay: ashen, muted grief, steel-blue quietude, and a mosaic brilliance concealed except when you glided with your poetry, the Cherry Blossom tunnel I walked through all those years, stooped, no longer seemed dreary, and as I read …