Shafts of moonlight collecting dust
Settle on the grasses of
My garden of rust.
My paintings are fading
At the hands of time
And my diamond-set
Dragonflies are heavy with lyme.
It would be me to keep a garden
Frostbitten with unkempt
And try to re-create a world
Of my own vain attempt.
Settle on the grasses of
My garden of rust.
My paintings are fading
At the hands of time
And my diamond-set
Dragonflies are heavy with lyme.
It would be me to keep a garden
Frostbitten with unkempt
And try to re-create a world
Of my own vain attempt.
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