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In the gloaming,
Afterglow,
The sanctuary’s
State,
Displays a splendor,
August,
From mid-month
On to late.
Where brushed-gold
Baldechino,
Dissolves to
Honey, yellows,
Rust, pillars’ veined
In cream and white,
Together, meld
And mellows.
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The beryl, blues
Shift into hues,
Dark, glassed
But not dejected,
While cardinal-red, prime,
Burgundy, blood of the vine,
Scarlet, rages,
As outside the wolf bellows.
Long-Skirts
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