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The Years
The years they slow become us
Numb unto our age
They rage and then sucumb us
Each turning of the page
The sky in green is melting
The grass felt fabric blue
As I am sure of falling
In and out of love with you.
No reason for a failure
No method to return
No lover nor a saviour
No lesson left to learn
The years they are about us
And fastening the belt
No room to move on land
No sky now left to melt.
The years they numb and slow our age
Each page in turning done
The sky a meadows green, a dream
A travelers journey done.
No reason for a lover
No method left to learn
No savour here to bother,
A failure to return
poem
by
David Lacey
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