A dying glow, as your burning embers flow.

 Alas, sanctioned beauty.

My morning maiden eyes are wise enough to see thee.

The despondency of required visits are overwrought with

renewed growth 

and,

paths well-lit.

No matter, how the frosty rains flow.

One must stop in bath in the after glow.

 

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