A Farewell
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I:
Were those flowers I caught sight of
Wilting, bowing to the ever shimmering sun?
Creases surfacing on its once shiny cutis,
One by one, petals kissing the ground
.
Was that a sword I heard
Slowly being drawn from its sheath?
Breaking its fealty with lethargy,
A clank, a castback, a swing
.
Were those waves I touched
Drifting away from the sandy plain?
Ripples assembling in the vast mellow,
The shores, one, two, and gone
.
You:
No. I said… goodbye.
Were those flowers I caught sight of
Wilting, bowing to the ever shimmering sun?
Creases surfacing on its once shiny cutis,
One by one, petals kissing the ground
.
Was that a sword I heard
Slowly being drawn from its sheath?
Breaking its fealty with lethargy,
A clank, a castback, a swing
.
Were those waves I touched
Drifting away from the sandy plain?
Ripples assembling in the vast mellow,
The shores, one, two, and gone
.
You:
No. I said… goodbye.
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