sepia leaves and branches shade
the supple parchment of your years
rooted deep in stardust dreams
wind shimmers through the boughs of time
beneath an ever phasing moon
the supple parchment of your years
bares the mark of ancient grace
that rustles by a canyon's edge
beneath an ever phasing moon
grasses lap gray plates of bark
spread throughout a billowed crown
that rustles by a canyon's edge
with each new breeze like subtle gems
glimmers softly in the dark
spread throughout a billowed crown
writhing in elusive light
the serpent beauty of your form
glimmers softly in the dark
etched against the realm of night
sepia leaves and branches shade
the serpent beauty of your form
rooted deep in stardust dreams









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