A/N: Poems into Stories Competitions, Sonnet 43: When most I wink, then do mine eyes best see. Perfect for Dumbledore. :D
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174. Youth's Death
Sometimes the world becomes too weary, too long
and slow in its passing, where the sun languidly rises
upon a barely changed morning and when twilight comes
the scene is still the same
But few notice it; to most life is too short and fleeting;
only the old and wary continue watching it:
the ones who'd once thought they'd like to live even longer
realising the worth was little after all
When the shadows became bright
and there was no brightness save the shadows
of sightless old eyes gazing
towards youth's death.