The Departure
The rustling ballets of seasons
Projected in your timely reason
So gentle the sounds expel from your flute
Standing up to salute
The chimes of diamonds in the wind
Bittersweet changes in nature’s binds
Autumn’s falling glory
Swept away the color of life so blurry
In the rushing of a breeze
Setting in for a winter’s tease
Rest now and lie dormant
Once a gust of life from a whispering informant
Soon your bare arms will feel the strain
Ice will cover you like rain
Night falls with an eerie depth
Eyes cold, and the singing wept
Sailing in winter’s powers
Empty days, with gaunt hours
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