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The sunset of our life
is still brilliantly ablaze,
as the Autumn’s crisp foliage glistens-
draped in sun-drenched, frosted glaze
No fading, timid emotions,
for passion still rages within-
ever longing for a sensual being
to lay beside wanting skin
Cooling embers of age
are as naïve as youthful lust,
crying hands hold back tears
of loves we felt unjust
Reluctantly we concede to time
in attempt to suffocate want-
searing pain, silently screams
knowing only loneliness and it’s taunt
For the sunset of our life
is still brilliantly ablaze-
underneath winter’s cold white blanket
is where love’s burning desire silently lays.
by
Tim Labbe
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