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The Pen is Mightier than the Sword

The sun has died


Peredhil

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I grew in your twilight sun

Envious of the glorious spring you'd lived,

Thirsting for my turn at the radiant summer of your life.

But my turn was to be the fall and winter of your life.

Listening to the wisdoms learned.

Sharing the admissions of pain and frustration.

Seeing the man instead of the incandescent showtime performances.

 

And I loved you.

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