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Days of Grace
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Lost in the melee of a gray afternoon
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I’ve pined with sadness
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For a crystal seed,
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Vainly lashing out:“what will redeem
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Our lost afternoons
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Reduced to rubble in Avidya’s mist?”
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Then I heard
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Their mantra in the leaves chanting back:
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“There’s a way where time is undone.”
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Then I heard  
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Their lonely edict in the wind
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That your days of grace are gone for good!
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3 Feb 19


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Nice poem, already added this to my favorites.
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