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Rated: 13+ · Poetry · Nature · #2203574
Our visions for the future are fading fast in a dying world.

Through your hair
Swiftly blows a lifetime,
As you hold your hat,
Scalp a-tingle
Nourishes soft hope.
Eyes that gleam see
Ghosts do scalp
A silver, stubbled man
In tattered overcoat,
On hard cider.
Dull eyes only see
The past.

Over all shoulders
And across the sea
We swam —
         Some drown
On dry land.
Backs to the future
We climb down
From bare trees --
Winter ourselves
In white blankets
With invented
Silver visions others
Dreamt for us.

Beneath the boughs
A clutter.
The last apples lay,
As no creature devours
The rot we left.
Beneath the ground
We sleep tomorrow,
All the tomorrows forgotten,
Unlike the years we dread --
The end.

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