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Days of Grace

Lost in the melee of a gray afternoon
I’ve pined with sadness
For a crystal seed,
Vainly lashing out:“what will redeem
Our lost afternoons
Reduced to rubble in Avidya’s mist?”
Then I heard
Their mantra in the leaves chanting back:
“There’s a way where time is undone.”
Then I heard  
Their lonely edict in the wind
That your days of grace are gone for good!

3 Feb 19

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Nice poem, already added this to my favorites.
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