Fading Identities

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In the autumn glaze, she held her place but for a time.

But the beauty of the scenery changed with her aging.

It’s comparable to what all man eventually does face.

As the traces of who we are rests as our spirit remains. 

And death is accepted by those who sorrowfully weep.

 

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