Dichotome short poem

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Paths of silence and
Noise of the breeze,
Crimson halo and golden leaves,
Swaying stars and rigid trees –
These were the things of my humble quiescence.

Dreams anchored,
With floating ice.
Fuzzy gaits through hardened eyes,
Barren grasses,
And dwarfed hills,
These were the elements of a prescience.

Visage of novelty,
Visions of reality –
Nauseous ecstasy,
And the wisdom of paucity.

Punctuated hugs,
And wavy talks –
Smooth tresses and thought out caresses,
All were the moments of temporality.

Dreams ashore with honest chores,
Wonder where the wanderers went –
You returned just to find them anchored –
With broken chains of human vitality.

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