Fading

Sat on her balcony blowing smoke

Waiting for bouts of inspiration from the sun

The winds cry howls to her

Songs of things that have come to pass

The hour slips into the next

Leaving only the reside of what was

And all we can do with it

Like waves forever spilling onto the shore

Time erodes her

Until she fades back home

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