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My Lady Absence haunts me as a tease.
Her music fills the hollows of a song
As myths inhabit nooks in autumn's breeze.
My lady's footfalls echo through a throng
Of idle souls, eclipsing common prate,
As murmuring leaves calm in morning light,
So melodic throats may articulate
The hours and cares of life in wooded heights.
The flight of Beauty winds through lives and years,
Her signature a moment of repose.
Age holds pursuit with tensive eyes and ears,
As winds of solitude swirl and grow.
I breathe in lives that animate the flesh,
Then exhale panting verse that dulls my quest.