Blankets of grey
sensually drape gracious boughs-
ancient wisdom-
telling tales in whispers,
moist and full,
of gleaming pearls.
The depths of death
cling to soul,
folded in veils
of vitality.
Reflections cycling,
circling in synchronicity,
a time of symphonic epiphany-
sparks the fire within.
A dance foretold,
again, and again.
~Jewls
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