A cold dew settled 'er weathered face, 
and long since they knew o'doting or such taste;
    was a long fought look, 
            a trove found hence when note!

    A'jin o' iv'ry cast glares up at orbs deep in this bloke,
dwelling deep n'weary souls;
    quickening stride to rapt at endmost,
            'jin most serous plateau.

    Incessant echoes keeps the dreary past,
usher 'bout such jouissance;
    without is pining such abide,
            is a better quietus when all aside!

    Dotage, a joie de vivre
Bold the years, heaven contemplates;
    sempiternal paramour awaits.

ELPH © December 6, 2021


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