Better times

Fabrication fights the day

One caught within their tall depleted

Be thought not to cast aside

The feelings brought by one’s desire

In all one says one sees the light

That senses life once soul has flown

And all that’s left is cast aside

To burn in embers raising fire

Ask not what was or what may be

The swallow sought – the willow waning

Borne of many, one – stillness breaking

Chill winds fall to festive – feigning

They leave a breeze that sends love flying

To better times – escape denying

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