Season of Gold

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Soft wisps of tender light

Flicker.

Hushed remnants of warmer cares.

Frosted memories of broken glass

Diminished.

Tangled and torn by winter airs.

Crisp and frozen in the midnight hour

Silenced.

Stung by a harsher cold.

Time has stopped and rushed on by

Immortalized

By the season of gold

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