Gone Mother Gone,
It began in the innocent spring of life
This of which, never did share
Spent summer of youth
… One in blanket gaze
While, she of long reaching, __ mystic stare
Now stirs autumn winds
Whispers of twice-cried tears
Two stories tell, each welling deep
The chambered nautilus of harbored fear
Maybe forever, shared song of winter’s discontent
Yet strings play on
As purveyed souls, soon greet seasons, never meant
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