fifty now

I know in hushed song

Century-old wood floors will herald in new dancers 

Learned souls, unphased by farewells and long shadows and dusk

Owning eyes unwilling to shade out the blinding unknown of each new dawn 

And the lies of lavender walls will be a thing for the past


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