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Bronze-hued leaves
Skate away from
auburn trees
And puddle down to greener ground,
Honey-like and out of sound;
Leaf to leaf
Fall through
vacuums of belief,
And, plucked from wetness, hue and care
Are lost to life, discarded, bare.
Love and zeal
Sigh and pass from thoughts unreal
Into the real. Shadows fall
Beyond the passion lust
enthrals
To ecstasy,
And lead the heart to
tenancy
Of custom, practice, task and duty;
Love of habit, not in beauty.