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untitled (suggestions wanted) (Free verse) by Don-Quixote I.
In youth we whimper,
fearing the night owl;
turn pubescent and roar.
Subdued we still growl,
having learned the lore;
seek silence to then wither.
II.
Each separate life is part of an ageless symphony;
we transpose and form the glissando.
Melodic when united, alone a sharp cacophony;
born like thunder and then diminuendo.
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