calm me ancient

shaking leaves from limbs

the dance is fragile

forgetting winter sins

as comfort smiles

mystery turns barren without

its lingering gaze

and awakened ones know

the lies that bare shame

so whose crumpled wings

lie here treacherous

i’ve wandered through the desert

to save the fallen me

who is dying here in painful stride

the rustling winds of time

calm me ancient

to witness that the greatest pains

can borne the sacred

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