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Russet Years

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And so it goes like Autumn in the air
with shades of wooing in my russet years
love found in my spoken words  
of frost in my old eyes  

In jest confessing poetic intoxication
beneath a tallow's wick of verses spent  
feeling the touch of your breath
in a spiritual awakening

Like silken wings of the moth
with fingers of lingering dreams
kissing my lips of burning desire
with shades of wooing in my russet years 

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