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The Longest of Days

On the longest of days 
she spent only half in the sun
She stepped into the shade,
rather her own shadow,
foolish to fear herself getting burned.

On even the longest of days,
did sparkles dim,
and Dusk drew in deep,
shadows grew darker,
her flickering smile went out,
Wisps of a far,happy past
faded into nothing,
as did the old laugh lines.

At the end of the longest of days,
A single white hair
against a deep blue sky
Said, a new dawn was near
Spend in peace the last few hours
The last one only in happiness.

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