Trivial Trinkets

in prudent dreams the slow walk fast
and spin a standstill void of bricks
unravel clay, sculpt misty weaves,
no magic in this bag of tricks.

when high we plummet, deep we soar,
in tallest shadow’s tiny shade
and youth turns grey in second’s years
this moment, memories shall fade.

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