No dawn remembered,
the riddled sunsets ripple
their cruel ostinato.
Past breezes breeze past,
silent anthems breathing
shadows over the lapping ripples.
The lasting dusk's delayed crescendo
grays once azure tapestries. The day's
fenestral overture wings over water
whose lapidary crests
pulse a music as distant from touch
as lost nectar.
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