Whilst running from the Sun, The fields a silhouette cloak, The trees felled from the step, Ere the nightingales weep…
To morn and night
At morn in wait he yonder stood, Since then twas sun in morning drew. Long must in walk he better…
Adieu, Nature.
A warm sun had decided to set itself, Once I found myself in its gaze Eluded to a fine sight…
Days that weep heart mine
What finest hour grasped within, Better chance forthwith endows; Alas kept paths split better, Wonder round this isle forsake, Only…
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