Visions of the past unfurled;
Golden strands became the world.
They met a third time upon a leap year’s day
And walking hands in pockets,
Found they’d nothing left to say.
For hours watching shifting shadows;
Nothing but a passing cloud.
Let those last moments fall away;
Begin again on New Year’s Day…
After decades of decay;
In the darkness of midday.
“Oh, the world draws towards
A point of convergence,
Forever out of sight.”
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