How sad, how poor; we are eaten up by the chase.

Hurtled all around, we sob and rustle

As if we resemble winnowed leaves

Since life path tramples our heart castle.

Wondering the yonder of the shades

“Let bygones be bygones” no longer holds true.

Why autumn evermore betrays lovers

Dispersing men and scattering ladies

The ease of souls someday blossom with peace

No doubt resurrection lays bare

The repose of hearts; fleeting and deceased,

Turning our shadows into reality.

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