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Another year gone and going
Soon autumn will return with her
Spices of colors, rejoicing change
Chanting loss, let’s say it again
Soon the uneaten fruits of our lives
Will turn to moss, and whispers
Once loud will grow so very dim
The symbols we tell ourselves
Will change, even our language
Will be more mature, us and we
These particular islands will change
Our subterranean castles will gleam
New possibilities, among the white
Of the harvests we carried from spring
Into the golden colds, the forever pastures
Of momentary pauses, the reckonings
Another year where we give up our plans
To the experience, our wanderings for water
Our return back to the source
All the efforts to be and have what
We already are, shadows crumbled damply
By the side of our journeys, how we once
Mattered so much to ourselves, now we can
Relax in…
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