Erista (2)

Warmth envelops
Those high up
On the ladder
Of age

Looking down
From up above
On the sands
Of their youth

No forward look there
Just a wistful glance
Over many a long year

Cold the wind blows
Soon to carry aloft
Beyond cognisance
Of mortal man

The spirit of youth
From its greyed-out shell
Flies to

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