Mild, wild, reconciled tenures beyond old
Stalking, talking, always walking venues flee and fold
Tales impaled and sleep derailed together take their hold
On weary, withered echoes and the endless, listless colds
As bleary eyes depicted for the truth his dreams were sold
From every night his restitute within redemption drawn
Short-lived as the moments were they lavished lover's gold
With nothing left to visualize, his last safe haven gone
In trodden soles and weathered will his journey shambles on
The nonstop top whose whirlwind whisks the wishing out of dawn
Between the moon and icy dunes the desert dries upon
Aged, waged pages of the golden glimmers gone
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