Call arms when we embrace
too late to seal a truthful kiss.
Inch perfect, is that weighted
lean at sunset and sunrise.
The flaming rays offer shining
wonder for only our eyes.
Can we be congratulated by
a parting pair of clouds?
For what have we warranted
such rising joy without haste?
The beauty in this and that
makes light of any shivers we feel.
Vast Imbecility 
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