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The day wears a silver veil Seething in remembrance Of Georgia in green, Her young summers now in ashes - Once glowing affection Weighs heavy in my stomach Slowing down a sure stride To lie, agonize and reflect - This day bears the same scent Of those charred southern nights Far ago, spent tussling Frayed and miles apart - “Some day” Falling free in those balmy shadows Before the blast of “farewell” Shattered the spell of my slumber