Take this, your sentence, and do not tarry
Words that echo in my mental faculty.
Far have I come, the distaste of melancholy,
softly it withers to now rather piquant.
The strand of dim yellow beckons again
through that musty pane, colours in restrain.
Is it but a portal in my walled retreat?
Or is it the escape that my soul seeks?
I ache to see the dew drops glimmer
so heedfully atop virid grass.
And the smell of carrots on simmer
as it escorts the trains that pass.
For long have I wandered like a ghost,
These sullen corridors sedate riposte.
To reminisce is to kindle anew
the fire that consumed the woods.
But forget those days, like spilt wine
As I now see the colour of the sky.
Hope shall dispel all worry, as
the clock ticks die in solitary.
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