A.B.

the world moves on

in tepid grace

on dangled ropes

of fear

as summer melts

to falling grace

in breaths

that disappear

and pelting rains

of forceful change

run hard

down tired face

while aching feet

follow fair knight

to final resting place

and i in soft small

humbled self

heave tight

in painful tread

while world goes still

and stumbles on

in search of light

instead.

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